Clumsy assistants are a pain in the backside, I tell you. Especially when you’re working with memory stones. Generally I prefer memory stones over the books I have in my House of Knowledge (HoK), they’re smaller, lighter and you can use them as often as you like without them showing any signs of wear.
Anyway, I have this new assistant, Shek, and I told him at least a trillion times to be careful when helping me shelving memory stones. I must have spoken in the wrong language or something, because it obviously was to no avail.
Just a few minutes after we had started, the idiot dropped a stone. Of course, he didn’t just let it slip from his hand to the carpeted floor, nooo, he stood on a ladder at the time and the stone hit one of the shelves when it dropped. Naturally, the stone broke, setting free the magic that lived inside the powerful level three stone.
The wave of magic hit us both and we were both whacked back. Him all the way through the aisle and me right into the shelve behind me. I hit my head quite painfully but managed to get around quickly enough to save the wobbling shelf from toppling over and creating a horrendous chain reaction.
When I turned around, Shek was still lying on the floor. After all he was not a powerful Imp at all, which meant that a magical wave of the size we just experienced was much harder on him than on me. Served him right, I say.
I swallowed the urge to kick him for his clumsiness. See how nice I am? Instead I knelt down next to him and patted his cheek until he came around again.
“And that’s why you handle memory stones carefully,” I told him, spacing out the words carefully firstly because he still looked woozy, secondly because I was hoping that it might help my admonishment to sink in this time.
Anyway, I have this new assistant, Shek, and I told him at least a trillion times to be careful when helping me shelving memory stones. I must have spoken in the wrong language or something, because it obviously was to no avail.
Just a few minutes after we had started, the idiot dropped a stone. Of course, he didn’t just let it slip from his hand to the carpeted floor, nooo, he stood on a ladder at the time and the stone hit one of the shelves when it dropped. Naturally, the stone broke, setting free the magic that lived inside the powerful level three stone.
The wave of magic hit us both and we were both whacked back. Him all the way through the aisle and me right into the shelve behind me. I hit my head quite painfully but managed to get around quickly enough to save the wobbling shelf from toppling over and creating a horrendous chain reaction.
When I turned around, Shek was still lying on the floor. After all he was not a powerful Imp at all, which meant that a magical wave of the size we just experienced was much harder on him than on me. Served him right, I say.
I swallowed the urge to kick him for his clumsiness. See how nice I am? Instead I knelt down next to him and patted his cheek until he came around again.
“And that’s why you handle memory stones carefully,” I told him, spacing out the words carefully firstly because he still looked woozy, secondly because I was hoping that it might help my admonishment to sink in this time.
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