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Once, Conan was a simple rancher. That was until a strange man named Din stormed into his life and kidnapped him. Now Conan just has to avoid assassination by Magicians and metaphors in order to claim his prize of a considerable amount of gold, his true love's hand in marriage...and more?!
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“You have never heard of Magicians,” he began. I shook my head. “That is just as well. We are a secret organization, concealed even from history. We are the ones who change the course of worlds through our work. We are those who can use magic, who embody change, who can alter the ebb and flow of nature to our will, and can influence the path of history.
“The man you saw, the assassin, is one of us, an old colleague of mine named Kajj. The light was my magic, pure energy concentrated and released ad libitum. Instant bombs, if you will.”
I nodded slowly, trying to digest this information. “So, you are a Magician, and so was that assassin, and you two used to be good buddies.”
“In the loosest sense of the word, yes.”
“Then why did he try to kill me?”
“That I will have to explain later.” He rose, grabbed a package from the trunk at the foot of his bed, and tossed it to me. “Put these on. You cannot walk through Cymaria looking like a peasant.”
I caught the package and tore it open. It was full of what had to be costly and disgustingly gaudy clothes. I cocked an eyebrow at Din. “In case you haven’t noticed, I am a peasant. I’ll wear what I’ve got on, thank you.” I tossed it back, but he returned it.
“And, in case you have not noticed, I just saved your life. I do believe you owe me at least this much.”
“No way. Those clothes would pay for the deed to my entire town. I ain’t wearing something so exorbitant.”
“But you are not wearing those rags either.” He saw the deadly look on my face and backed off. He paused for a moment before changing tactics. “There is a reason besides aesthetics that I want you to wear these.”
“Are they assassin repellant?”
“Whe—No...”
“Then I see no point.”