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To call him a mere General was a grave insult and Tamas would have called the individual out in any other circumstance. The Field Marshal had commanded the massed armies of an entire nation. But this was not the time or place. The 'answer' he had gotten was unhelpful. Nobody else seemed to be getting much better. It was like talking to a politician.

Seeing that he had failed to sense any powder on any of these individuals, he instead opened his third eye to search for signs of sorcery. What he found was that the room was awash in it. Nearly everyone glowed in his sight. He closed it and looked around again.

Some individuals seemed to be getting rather upset about things. A younger Tamas might have been one to join them. For now he fished a powder charge out of his uniform pocket and held it in his closed fist.