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Accepting the ring with dexterous fingers, the elf lord slid the enchanted piece upon the fourth finger of his left hand, opposite of the Mynendil ring which he never removed from his other hand. Normally the Telera’s ring would have been relegated to another finger, but the Heru Mynendil had purposely left behind his wedding ring, knowing fully well that such intrinsic pieces could easily be tracked or remembered by one’s enemies.
Nodding to indicate that he understood the woman’s directions, the assassin patiently waited for the maiden to execute her spell. He did not ordinarily travel by magical means, but given the distance from Elfhame to Enamoria, the Lord of House Mynendil welcomed the change of pace. Again he wondered what he might encounter at the Forest of the Stone, but for whatever reason, the Aesoteric Circle had determined it to be crucial for their investigation, and the Heru Mynendil had been chosen for the delicate task. Of course it would have been easier if the Ikomancer had told him what to look for, but Nimavel suspected that even the mage did not know.
He did not bid the mage farewell with customary words, but rather with a simple, unenergetic nod; it was more than he would have given most people. As the tendrils of magical energy proceeded to envelop his form, the assassin closed his eyes, patiently waiting for the effects of the spell to take place. It would not be long now.
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