Though there was a slight deviation, this was what he wanted. It would make things easier.
Remember the original website domain name
Ruger constantly reminded himself that this was an examination.
He had to carry it out perfectly and, within the limits of his ability, bring it to a perfect end.
"I'm sorry to make you part of the examination. This isn't something I can control," Ruger said with a smile. "If I could control it, I would have chosen someone more valuable. That way, even if I failed the examination, I could still gain something worthwhile."
Suddenly, the spell activated.
Ruger gave him no further chance.
Malice so dense it was abnormal seemed to become an invisible heavy fist. The Twin Wizard Apprentice, just about to erupt, was as though someone had punched him in the head—punched his mental space, punched his brain, punched his soul. The spells he had spent a lifetime studying, the power of faith he had summoned—none of it had the chance to take effect.
The Twin Wizard Apprentice plunged headfirst to the ground, convulsing violently, as if two voices were howling inside him.
Ruger's silent yet forceful methods made the fellow playing with a hamster, who had worried all the way here and wanted to help, halt in his tracks.
The looks Big Silly Hum and Aisijin cast over also made him understand that Ruger did not need his help. Instead, he smiled at the two dragonborn kobolds and stepped back beside the pew used for prayer.
Ruger had not placed all his hopes on Foul-Smelling Skin.
There were two reasons for this. First, he wanted to finish things more cleanly and decisively, while avoiding any further surprises.
Second, he had considered that there might really be wizards observing this examination. Resolving it quickly