"You're heading into a dangerous place, aren't you?"
A soft voice cut through the evening silence, and Ethan shuddered at the sound of it.
He had spent the last few hours going over every detail of the operation with Doran, and now he stood at the front door of his mansion.
His eyes followed the snow falling gently, each flake glistening with golden light reflected from the setting sun.
It was Alice, and her tone carried a hint of discontent.
"Yes." Ethan didn't lie. He pulled one of the scrolls from his pocket and handed it to her.
A few months ago, Alice would have been confused by the object, but the woman before him now possessed a much broader knowledge of magic.
After all, she had delved deeply into the writings of one of the greatest mages who had ever existed in that world.
That was a teleportation scroll. And a very powerful one.
