Black Magician 01 - The Magicians' Guild by Trudi Canavan

Author:Trudi Canavan [Canavan, Trudi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy Fiction, Fiction, Fantasy, General, Epic, Magic, Magicians, Wizards, Teenage Girls, Social Classes, Guilds
ISBN: 9780060575281
Google: Eu1IZBmuFfEC
Amazon: 006057528X
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2001-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

Dragging a barrel out from under the table, the bolhouse owner dropped it on the bench with a grunt. He gave Dannyl a meaningful look as he began filling mugs and handing them around the table. Leaning forward, he smacked a mug down in front of Dannyl, then crossed his arms and waited.

Giving the man a distracted frown, Dannyl handed over a coin. The man's gaze did not waver. Looking down at the drink, Dannyl knew he could avoid it no longer. He was going to have to drink the stuff.

Lifting the mug, he took a tentative mouthful, then blinked in surprise. A sweet, rich flavor filled his mouth. The taste was familiar, and after a moment he recognized it. Chebol sauce, but without the spices.

A few mouthfuls later he felt a warmth filling his belly. He raised the mug to the shop owner and received an approving nod in reply. The man did not stop watching him, however, and Dannyl was relieved when a young man stomped into the shop and started a conversation.

"How's business, Kol?"

The man shrugged. "The usual."

"How many barrels you want this time?"

Dannyl listened to the pair barter. When they had arranged a price, the newcomer settled onto a chair and sighed.

"Where's that strange one with the flashy ring gone?"

"The Sachakan guy?" The barman shrugged. "He got done weeks ago. Found him in the alley."

"Really?"

"It's true."

Dannyl snorted softly. A fitting end, he mused.

"Heard about that fire last night?" the barman asked.

"I live near there. It took out a whole street. Good thing it weren't summer. Could've burned the whole slums."

"Not that the city folk would care," the barman added. "Fire'd never get past the Wall."

A hand touched Dannyl's shoulder. He looked up and recognized the thin man that the Thieves had chosen to be his guide. The man jerked his head toward the door.

Dannyl finished his bol and put down his mug. As he stood, he received a friendly nod from the owner. Smiling, Dannyl returned it, then followed the guide to the door.

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