Allan: Healer hopeful, kitchen helper. Bringer of bad news.
My party is waiting outside with a bated breath. I do my best to smile, and they all pale.
"He knows?" Dean asks.
"Well," I begin, but he starts to curse in a demonic language.
"Darn! Xavier doesn't give refunds. Just how did he find out?" Dean finally speaks in the common tongue again.
"He said that he saw the truth in our minds," I say, and they all pale even more.
"How am I going to take over the world, if the guild master is going to read every plan as soon as I think about it? From my brain, no less," Atha whines, and Augustine makes a step forward.
"Don't you think he could have... bluffed?" He asks.
"He knew that we blew up Alice," I say.
"Bobby," Atha, keeps on insisting that the turtle was named Bobby. I don't know why. Not that it matters anymore. The guild master comes out of the room, and levels us with a glare.