And if that isn’t enough, Bridgit had to remind herself that she was currently one of them. Again. She, a combat-seasoned woman, had to repeat her teenage years all over again. Someone would pay for this. And she would guarantee that they would pay dearly. The price would be a most high one that not everyone could afford. In fact the person that was the cause of this insanity would be paying for the rest of his magically induced longevity with as much interest as could be procured. That was something that a banker in the Merchants Guild could guarantee. And that bought her around to another thought.
The mage. When Bridgit got her hands on him, she would throttle him from here to the ends of his beloved academy and back again. And that would only be accomplished after she tore several long bloody strips off of his prestigious hide.
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