"All of you, gather around me." Vincent produces a sachet of sand from his robes, marking runes on the floor. "I will be working my magics on a great area when the battle comes to us. This protective spell will render those I mark with it immune to my illusions and enchantments."
He looks around at those assembled, pausing for a particularly long moment on Svalin. "I offer this protection to you all as my brothers and sisters, and lords and ladies of this realm."
He regards the white-haired girl for a moment as well. Familiar, but he can't say why.
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