My pride slipped away as my Imago vanished from my mind. Memories of my time under my first teacher Comodus came flooding back as Mustache's stern "No!" weighed me down. Put in my place, humiliated, and utterly bested at what I'm best at, I surrendered.
Dunir turned out to be a pretty chill guy. We went to his office where we were pretty forthcoming about who we were, and we left on what I hope was a positive note. His only instruction was that we needed to announce our arrival at the docks. Not the hardest rule to follow.
I got to tag along with Constantine to a new buddy of his. The Captain won a large stash of tass at a magical game of Liar's Dice. From what I could gather from the Fate magic I Saw, I'm guessing it more a battle of magical aptitude than it was a game of chance. That said, the Gambler seemed to be working with a number of enchanted items.
I spent the late evening starring at the paper scraps I have strewn across the wall above my bunk, thinking about today. If I've never been more outmatched than I was against Dunir, how strong must Brokkr and Sindri be? They grew powerful enough to be free to do whatever they want, and they did it without support from an organization like the Codex? I need to learn more about these two, and how they got to be where they are