He suddenly felt that perhaps this was not so bad. He had to learn to accept his own ignorance; when he was weak, he should not know too much. Earlier, he had guessed that the Holy Tribunal had taken their memories to protect them, and that reasoning applied just as well here, now. This, too, was protection. He knew nothing about what the Holy Tribunal was doing, nor about what he himself was doing. That made him a perfect Kobold Two-Ring Wizard, an unremarkable one among twenty-four hundred.
Perhaps the only memorable thing about him was his beautiful fur. Nothing more.
His shoulders suddenly felt much lighter. Sure enough, no one understood him better than he understood himself.
Boldness, how much he stood to earn-he knew nothing about any of it.
He was merely a kind, good Wizard who had answered the summons.
"Do you still want to know now? If you insist, I can tell you a few things..." the woman said at an unhurried pace.
Ruger looked up at her words and caught the look in the woman's eyes inside the room. He knew she was teasing him again.
"Since you are bound by an agreement, I won't trouble you further. Beautiful lady, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you must be a person of noble character who faithfully keeps her promises," Ruger said admiringly.
"Yes, that makes sense." The woman smiled at him. "But there are still plenty of things I can tell you, and quite a few should be things you're curious about. For instance, whether I'm a Wizard. For instance..."
"There's no need, my lady."
Ruger smiled as he cut off her leisurely words, earning another burst of laughter.
Listening to that laughter, Ruger raised his eyes and carefully surveyed the entire