I glared at Gavin, who was sitting across from me whittling a piece of wood with a long blade. We were now in the interrogation room.
"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but now two more guards are in the hospital. Therefore I am going to try a different method."
Gavin didn't look up, though the shape of the wood was becoming more and more human looking.
"That method is?"
I sighed. "I am letting you go."
"Is that so?"
"It is obvious I can't keep you in prison here. However, if you pull something like this again, I won't be afraid to send you to the dungeons. Those prisons could hold the Urocubus." Actually, I wasn't sure of that, but this guy didn't need to know that. Truth be told, the royal guard was already understaffed, and I couldn't risk losing anymore people. If this guy was telling the truth, he wouldn't bother us anymore.
I stood. "You may use the records here. They are much more thorough. Well, whatever is left of them anyway. But don't take any books with you and don't pull any stunts."
Gavin grinned. "I would never." He decapitated his tiny figurine with a quick stroke of his knife, and followed me out the door.
The library had been somewhat damaged, but several volunteers had helped reorganize the undamaged texts. Even so, some parts of the library still looked like a earthquake had hit. There was a small cluster of people in there and among them was...
"Soren!" What was he doing here? "I thought you said you were going back to-"
"Derrick asked me here. He said that it was of grave importance."
"What could possibly be so important that-"
"It is a prophecy," Derrick said, cutting me off. "And it could possibly mean the end of magic as we know it."
I blinked. "Oh. That is pretty important."