At the hidden house…
"You're supposed to be the greatest caster this world has ever known, and yet you still can't find where my sister is... It's been two days."
Alistair stared furiously at the figure relaxing on a large seat and reading a book.
Merlin sighed, closed his book and turned to Alistair. "During the age of champions, perhaps, I would have been the greatest caster" he began. "But the world has changed. There are people in this era, capable of rivaling even the King of Heroes himself."
He tilted his head just a bit.
"So it's not unreasonable to assume someone has employed a cloaking spell strong enough to evade me."
Alistair's eyes narrowed. "Then channel the fuckin' Chalice"
Merlin sighed again. "I already used most of its charge. If I use any more… I'll begin drawing from the reserve keeping Lady Audrey's spell anchored."
The was the aging spell still tied to Eduardo current form as an old man.
Alistair glared at Merlin dangerously.
