One of the tools lying on the ground flew into Rastaban’s outstretched hand as he reached for it.
Andrev blinked. But then he saw it again, saw Rastaban hold an empty hand toward his tools on the ground, saw wooden pegs leap onto his open palm.
Rastaban had magic. He used his hands to fasten the pegs into place, to help the other man hoist the frame, but when the frame began to falter, Andrev was sure he saw more of Rastaban’s magic keeping it in place.
Partway through the job, Rastaban smiled at Andrev.
Rastaban knew that Andrev knew.
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