"Ugly rotter," was Tarma's first comment, as the beast came clear. "Where and when?"
"I'm past-scrying; all the encounters with the would-be heroes thus far."
"Hm. Not having much luck, is he?"
That was an understatement, as the monster was making short work of a middle-aged man-at-arms.
"It looks like they feed it once a week," Kethry said, though how she was able to keep track of time-passage in the bowl was beyond Tarma. "Oh, this is a mage. Let's see how he fares."
"Huh, no better than a try with a sword."
Magics just bounced off its hide; the mage ended up traveling the same road as the fighters.
"It's a good bet it's a magic creature," Kethry concluded. "Any mage worth his robe would armor his own toys against magic."
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