1
Cackling with delight, the old mage turned and ran down the tunnel.
2
Below, he heard the old mage muttering to himself, probably trying one last spell.
3
He scratched his stubbled cheeks while studying the old mage and actually appeared unnerved.
4
Wu, in his image of a wizened old mage.
5
At length, the old mage shuffled into my presence.
6
The old mage sighed in disappointment, then brightened.
7
The old mage grimaced, scratched his patchy beard.
8
The old mage blinked his rheumy eyes, surprised.
9
The old mage cleared his throat and spat into a bronze pot next to his feet.
10
The old mage winced, hunching even more.
11
Raistlin hissed, grabbing the old mage's arm.
12
It faded to black as Magiere's arms were thrown aside, and she lost hold of the old mage.
13
The old mage, Sister Gosh, was leaning over him, the long dirty curls of her hair hanging down.
14
Caramon broke the news to him about Fizban hesitantly, fearing his brother might take the old mage's disappearance badly.
15
Magelia didn't understand what it meant, but Welstiel was certain of his ways for dealing with the sightless old mage.
16
I resented taking instruction from him, but the old mage was my only link to the lost magic of Egypt.
