Gin had found the challenge oddly enjoyable, both as a mental exercise and for the insights it provided into his observers.
The true reason behind the probing was clear: concern for Owen.
The elders had sought to evaluate Gin's intentions and capabilities, unwilling to let someone so close to their young heir go unchecked.
Though Gin did not know their final assessment, he had a good idea.
'They'll probably keep a closer eye on me,' he thought with amusement.
But for now, he brushed the thought aside.
Today's events had already given him plenty to think about.
Abby stood thirty meters away from Runewrights shield-bearers.
For a sorcerer of his caliber, that distance was negligible.
His opponents had only one task—defend, not attack. It was a situation tailor-made for his enjoyment.
'It was the right choice to handle this myself,' Abby thought with satisfaction.
This was not the kind of opportunity he would entrust to anyone else. The anticipation was exhilarating.
