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"What do you suggest we do?"
Kellach asked.
Zendric
stood and walked across the room. Going to an over-stuffed bookshelf, he
lifted one of the books. Driskoll craned his neck to see around the
wizard, and he saw a stone slide out of the wall. Zendric reached his
hand inside, brought it out, replaced the stone, and came back to the
table.
"First of all, do not let
the medallion out of your sight." He opened his palm, and the real
medallion lay there, glowing with a soft silver light.
Driskoll looked away before
it could affect him.
"Not a problem," Kellach
said. "I'll keep it in here, next to me at all times." He showed Zendric
a leather pouch he wore around his waist and under his robes.
Zendric closed his palm over
the medallion, and Driskoll looked up again. "Good. Also, never use the
medallion."
"But what if we must?"
Kellach asked.
"Silver dragons created the
medallion for their use only," said Zendric. "When it is used by
creatures other than silver dragons, its powers begin to change and
adapt to the true nature of the owner."
"So, in the hands of Lexos,
the medallion could become evil?" Kellach said.
"That's correct. I don't
know how the medallion might change if you, Kellach, or I were to use it
to extremes. We never know what might be revealed about our natures when
magic is involved. Because my powers are so much stronger than yours, it
is not wise for me to handle it any longer."
With his palm still closed,
Zendric reached across the table. Driskoll saw the medallion drop into
Kellach's hand, then Kellach swiftly placed it in the pouch and secured
the top with a toggle.
"So, how do we go about
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