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Majira cautiously put a collar around Rogan's neck. He may look like a dog, but he was still a Familiar and therefor very dangerous.

"I feel like one of the slaves." Rogan grumbled.

"I could make you one." Majira offered, "But then we'd have to have a metal collar, and I don't have one of those on hand."

Rogan looked up at her, "You do this on purpose."

"No talking." Majira chided, "You're a dog now."

"So that means I am to whine and lick your boots?"

"No. My boots are too expensive."

Rogan gave her a flat look. "I don't see why we can't just walk out of here the same way we came in and open a portal."

Now it was Majira's turn to give a flat look. "I like intrigue. Where is Makari?"

"Sleeping somewhere, probably." Rogan replied.

Majira scoffed, "That's only when there are no men around. Now I just have to find out who she's with."

"I don't see how it matters. Makari can look out for herself."

"Makari is my other half." Majira sighed. When a Daemon found they could work Majick and became a Maje, they usually split into two persons. They would be the same person, but they were two different outcomes of time, bound to walk together. Makari was not a Maje. She was a Silk Dancer. Had Majira not become a Maje, she would have become Makari, High Silk Dancer. Names were changed often in Krolm before a person settled down. So Makari and Majira were bound to each other. They could only go as far as fifty miles apart, safely at least, and were the two most unlikely people to walk together. Even though they were the same person.

"Fine." Rogan agreed reluctantly, "We'll go find her. But don't you dare tug that leash or I may bite you."

Majira put her hand under Rogan's chin and spoke as if speaking to a baby, "You know you can't do that, my baby puppy."

Rogan looked down and found that his form was that of a puppy, "I hate you sometimes." he turned and the bells on his collar jingled melodiously. "A lot."

Majira laughed and left the rooms.