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River frowned. He had heard of no such field, and surely the council members would have had it cleared out before appointing the island as a council seat, but the mages assigned to the task may not have cleared out all of the energies... Then something a friend had once explained came to mind. "Even if the energy isn't there anymore and they've cleared it out, which they should have," he said aloud, "The impressions should still be there, so depending on how far the spell itself needs to go, it might work. We'd need to add energy to it, though. No way would any mage from Aralissya leave a power that big here for the taking."

"There's a small reservoir for the liesons," Rory said absently. "Not nearly enough to fill completely, but the mage's encampment is just a shout away."

"And we have plenty of energy here," River added. He looked over at Keizer and Sarka. "Think he'd be willing to do that again? I can probably syphon off a little of the leftover power so he isn't injured as badly."

"I would be of no help in gathering energy," Valium said, "so I will volunteer for bait or battle in this affair."

"Blood is power, Valium," River said. "Not power I care to use, but power nonetheless. And the more kinds we put into this, the less likely it is that she'll be able to counter all of them."

The silver in Valium's eyes shone with a light of their own for a moment as he stared at River. "And who is to volunteer?" he asked.

"You get your wish, now shut up about it before I make sure you're in bed recovering before she even gets here." River said without inflection.