145 The Descent, Part Eight

EXP: 310/500

WST: 82350

The mere existence of this room in the kerosh den brought questions to Neve's mind that she wasn't sure she would get any answers for. 

[I guess some of the people who got thrown down here got along better with the kerosh than anyone expected them to. Weird.] 

That wasn't the most puzzling thing on Neve's mind, though. No, that had to be the fact that the little girl beside her had just cast magic in a place where magic couldn't be cast. 

Sure, she'd materialized that napkin out of thin air before, but Neve had just chalked that up to her status as an NPC vendor. This, however, was straight-up magic. The type Neve herself could cast.