Edging Out of the Circle of Trust

We defeat the wizard, don't get vaporised by the protective wards, and switch the steam back on for the city. It's a simple matter to return to the surface and report back to the Lyceum.

Nearing the end of our debriefing, Aramil admits that 'I never trusted that bloke, he looked shifty from the start'.

'You are clearly more discerning than most', he is told by a grateful steward.

'Never trust a wizard, that's what I say.' Yes, that is what Aramil says, in the heart of the Lyceum, building of the city council, run by wizards, and devoted to teaching magic. Maybe this is why we choose to leave soon after and help our new fire elemental pal to get back to his home plane.

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