“Wilderness camp? C’mon, Mom, you know that’s stuff for druids,” Grackle’s voice whined from the back of the carriage, almost drowned out by the sound of the rocks under the horse’s hooves. “,and I don’t need to learn anything they teach, those spells are all for softies. A mere kit could cast guidance.”
In the front, he could tell his mother rolled her eyes again. “For the fifth time, you are g...
