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- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4" Essence of Silver Thistle
Henric staggered into the resolute darkness of the alley, tumbling over his boots and dropping onto the floor. Shivering, he leaned against the wall and held up an empty, decorated vial, that once had liquid in it. Not now. He cursed in his mind, stashing the vial at his sash. Not, now! Gripping the side of the wall, he pulled himself to his feet, moving away from the beams of sunlight that poked in. Wandering in further and further into the alley, until he was submerged in complete darkness, he at last stopped.
Breathing out quietly, he moved along the alleyway softly, his shivering was gone. Silently, he wondered to himself how he was supposed to get to Borgin's from here, this was the back part of the alley. But there was no helping it, he had held on well so far, but it was getting out of hand.
Breathing out quietly, he moved along the alleyway softly, his shivering was gone. Silently, he wondered to himself how he was supposed to get to Borgin's from here, this was the back part of the alley. But there was no helping it, he had held on well so far, but it was getting out of hand.