Prologue

Jon Sinclair sat in his chair meant for a court mage the king was opening the court for any issues that need to be dealt with such as land disputes or an shop owner accusing a thief of theft nothing that would truly concern a court mage but Jon attended these openings in order to guide King Fredrick Derak in making the correct decisions. So far in the court proceedings nothing of great importance has happened everyone who has come was only asking for rights to farm in the lands. Jon couldn't help but to smile at this since everyone man that came with their family and left with land rights the Kingdom of Man was finally starting to grow and prosper. Jon was still a child when the Kingdom of Man was always at war in order to feed it people for farm lands and now that Man has claimed a large amount of land people without much are starting to ask for land as well as a loan which will be paid in crop. Jon was starting to think he should leave because his services were not needed today. Jon decided if the next three people were the same as the rest he would leave.

"Hmm..." Rowan rumbled the syllable in her throat and glanced around. There was a pretty good reason WHY she set up shop close to the castle walls. Smart thieves wouldn't bother her within sight of their own soldiers and lawmakers. Even if a stupid thief acted, they'd quickly realize exactly how stupid their action was. There is also a very good reason Bastet is known as the Warrior Queen, and as a daughter of Bastet, Rowan herself was also a warrior when necessary. Despite her own father and Lord Protector's view of women, she found that a mother is ALWAYS a warrior for the sake of her children. To say otherwise had become blasphemy to her in the last four years.

She gave a huff and returned her attention to the matter at hand. "I can't leave my other customers." The redhaired werecat waited patiently for the scrawny fellow wishing to be a blacksmith to count his money and answered any questions other people at the cart had about the merchandise. She considered it part of her job to understand what she was selling. How else could she put an appropriate price on it?

Jon shrugged "Very well I was only looking for safety over others but if I must." Jon counted out loud for the red head making sure not to undercut her. He was wise enough to know not to cross a native to Bastet. After counting the coin Jon waited for the young redhead to take her coin then without warning Jon picked up the anvil with one arm and lifted it on his shoulder and then took the rest of the tools into the other hand and bowed "Thank you kindly Miss for this I will be on my way now. Pleasant days to you." Jon then walked back into the castle walls Jon had a smile on his face one of his most enjoyable aspects of being a mage is that magic makes you appear weaker than you are. Every mage has strength that can over power a large man because in order to use magic effectively the body has to be as strong as the spell otherwise the spell simply won't work. Jon enjoyed this because he found entertainment in surprising others with a his great strength.