Would Call a Curse

“You know Rastaban does magic?” Kana sat down beside Andrev at the fire where he was finishing supper.

He’d had a good run of hunting earlier that day, and the Wanderers seemed to be pleased with whatever he brought back.

“Many of your clan know sleight-of-hand,” Andrev said. It seemed Kana was content to be sane for once. He’d take it where he could get it.

“Rastaban knows better magic than that,” Kana said. “You should ask him and see. Our Clan loves magic.”

Andrev wondered if she knew what she called magic others would call a curse.