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"It was a ritual killing," Mallac said. "We are sure of it. Each victim was cut palm to palm, all the way up the arms and across the neck. They were each left face down, left to bleed straight into the ground. There was no obvious trails in the dirt. It appears the bodies were killed where they were found and not brought from elsewhere. Until tonight, it had been one victim each night, but this time there were two deaths."
Mallac sat back and stared at Quaraun, waiting for the Elf to say something.
"I can't help you."
"But you are the world's most powerful wizard..." Mallac started to say.
"So?" Quaraun deeply disliked being called the world's most powerful wizard. Calling him thusly was the fastest way to offend him.
"But people say..."
"People say a lot of things," Quaraun said. "People can say, whatever the hell they want. It doesn't make it true."
"So are you the world's most powerful wizard or not?"
"So what if I am? What difference does it make?"
"It makes a lot of differance."
"You can save us..."
"Oh fuck off!"
"Do I look like I care?"
"You look increadibly pissed off right now..."
"Oh really? And I wonder why that possibly might be?"
"We need your help..."
"I told you already..."
"People in this town are being murdered left and right, blah, blah, blah. In what town isn't that the case?"
"But you're the world's most powerful wizard..."
"So? What do you even think that means?"
"Well, you can do things."
"You can use magic to defeat monsters..."
"Magic doesn't work that way. If it did, I wouldn't be sitting in this tavern right now with a bloody leg."
Upon saying this, Quaraun hiked his skirts up and threw his wounded leg up on the table, in the most unladylike way possible.
"You see that?" He pointed to the bite wound. "A monster did that. Magic didn't stop that from happening now did it?"
"But you're the world's..."
Quaraun pulled his leg back off the table and turned away from the soilder.
"Why can't I go anywhere without this happening," he asked Unicorn.
"Yis world's most powerful wizard," Unicorn stated.
Quaraun sighed. He hated the reputation he had. He almost wished it wasn't true. He never set out to become the world's most powerful wizard. He wasn't even sure that he was all that powerful at all. The only reason anyone said he was, was because of what happened to the DiJinn. Quaraun loved horses. Too much perhaps. He couldn't just stand back and do nothing while the DiJinn slaughtered an entire herd of innocent little ponies. That the ponies were really monsters in disguise hadn't mattered to him. He just couldn't watch someone kill a horse. And so he told the DiJinn to drop dead, and they obediently did exactly that. Seconds later all that was left of the most powerful guild of wizards, was piles of ash, where live wizards had once stood.
Quaraun wasn't certain how exactly it was he had killed the DiJin. He didn't even know if he could do something like that again. He wasn't in the habit of using magic. And it seemed, he had little control over the magic he did use, which was mostly sporadic bursts of h