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A few days later, Alomar decided to pay Borate a visit without Shana. He wanted to find out more about how old magic worked.

Making sure Borate knew of his presence, Alomar ascending the hill, stopping a couple of feet from Borate’s slouching form. He knew Borate was purposely staying seated to avoid scaring him. Although he had visited often since their first encounter, he was still wary of the beast, and Borate seemed to sense this.

Alomar thought it a good mark on his character that Borate tried to put him at ease on each visit. The more he got to know Borate, the more Alomar liked him. Still, the fact Borate could cut him in half with one swipe of his huge paw was never far from Alomar’s mind.

“What can I do for you?” Borate inquired.

“I wish to talk about old magic. I want to understand better in case I need to help Shana,” Alomar replied.

“Ah, old magic,” Borate whispered. “Take a seat and I will tell you the power old magic holds.”

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