CHapter 67: Let the Games began

His next stop was Master Vargos. If anyone knew something about the Blackwoods' reach, it was the grizzled forging instructor his class was the only one not affected by anything. Kain made his way to the forge, where the clang of metal echoed through the air. He spotted Vargos overseeing a group of first-years, barking instructions as they struggled to hammer molten steel properly.

Kain waited until the master had a free moment before stepping up. "Master Vargos, do you have a minute?"

The older man turned, narrowing his eyes. "Depends on what you need, boy."

"It's about Thorne Blackwood."

Vargos's expression darkened slightly, but he gestured for Kain to follow him into a quieter corner of the forge. "Speak."

"He's gone. His family took him, I think. Do you know where they might have taken him?"

Vargos let out a slow breath. "The Blackwoods are powerful, Kain. They don't do anything without purpose."