“It’s always the same. ‘Galbraith, don’t summon the demon king. Galbraith, don’t mix destructive elements. Galbraith, don’t assist the warlock with the key stone.”

The young man sputtered. His red face told Lucien everything he needed to know.

“The key stone? What warlock might have that been, young Galbraith?”

The young man froze. He looked up at the head of the inquisition and began to shake his head. “I didn’t say that. There’s no key stone. No warlock!“

“There’s always been the key stone. Now who was this warlock? Don’t make me fetch the salamanders.”