After-Dinner Stroll

Salomon did not tell Wanda too much about Kamar-Taj's dark inner workings.

No matter how great Kamar-Taj's mission was or how many titles adorned its crown, at its core, it was a cold-blooded killing organization. Every Arcanist's mission was to eliminate Enemies of Humanity at any cost. That was somewhat difficult for Wanda to accept, so Salomon had no intention of telling her about things like Kamar-Taj's dungeons. Now, the City of Immortals had taken Kamar-Taj's practical philosophy to the extreme, with signs of going even further.

He told Wanda about his first mission: eliminating the young First-Generation Vampire in Collins Town that had nearly become a true progenitor, purging the Werewolves hiding in town, and hunting down the Degenerate Ghouls scattered through the surrounding forests that preyed on Homeless Men. Wanda listened intently. She did not know why the Sorcerer Supreme had sent Salomon on missions at such a young age, nor did she know what fate would have awaited the ordinary people of Collins Town if not for Kamar-Taj's Arcanists.

"That was probably the easiest mission I've ever encountered." Wanda and Salomon sat facing one another by the window, each holding a cup of hot tea. In the center of the room, a brass stove emitted faint, fragrant smoke. By the time the unhurried tale came to an end, an orange-red afterglow still lingered over the snowy mountains, while everything beneath the peaks had drowned in darkness. The magnificent scenery and the slightly biting wind kept Wanda from being affected by the grim story. Even when she heard about the witch and the Vampire, her emotions barely stirred. Still, she had noticed one word.

"You recovered that spellbook in the end, didn't you?"

"No. I found nothing." Salomon spoke meaningfully. He had the Invisible Servant pour hot water