Zilly left the group before they got back to the caravan, determined to go it alone until they got to Oud’s Bog, which was only a couple days away at this point.

When they returned with the captives, there was a small delay as everyone helped to transfer the guards’ packs from the open-air cargo wagon to other places. Then they used the cargo wagon to transport the three bound bandits. Rye smiled and bragged about getting to ride while everyone else walked until Pio threatened to gag him.

Zerif called the caravan forward, and they started moving again.

Those members of the caravan who hadn’t come along looked relieved to see the captives, and Brin got the feeling that everyone considered the matter settled. He moved his position in the line of wagons here and there, eavesdropping on what conversations he could, and found that most people assumed they’d caught the entire group.

That line of thought could only benefit the person who’d tipped off the ones who escaped, but Brin never saw Zerif, Pio, or Sion talking to anyone about the bandits. Or talking to anyone at all, really.

The day passed, and no monsters attacked. When night settled, Hogg approached Brin. “Come one. It’s you and me tonight.”

He didn’t pause to let Brin argue so Brin had to trot to catch up to him. Marksi scuttled alongside him, and then passed him to disappear into the forest.

“If we’re both leaving, who’s going to keep an eye on our prisoners?”

“I’m still keeping an eye on them,” said Hogg. “I can still monitor a few places at once, even if my Visible Eyes aren’t as useful as my invisible ones used to be. On that note, it’s driving me crazy that I need to keep them at a distance where I can't hear anything."

"I can do an Invisible Eye now. I could pitch in on that front," Brin offered.

"You can do one, and it takes your full concentration. Zerif’s tent and wagon are both warded against eavesdropping, so what we really need is an eye on them at all times, hoping they'll let something slip."

He hadn't really noticed it before, but the trees here were a bit sparser than the area around it. The forest had big breaks where there would be a quarter mile stretch of prairie grass and wildflowers. He had stopped watching his feet, adjusting to the fact that he didn't need to worry about accidentally stepping into mud or a hidden puddle. They were nearing the edge of the Boglands.

"We're definitely suspecting Zerif, right? This caravan was near Sudd's Bog when they attacked the first time, and you told me he's a spy for Prinnash. I imagine there’s a lot of uses a spy could have for a group of adventurers and bandits. Plus he's high level, with a non-combat Class. It makes sense that he'd be able to send messages in some sneaky way right under your nose."

Hogg nodded. "He's the most likely suspect, but it could honestly be anyone. I doubt Sion was worried about who might be able to overhear him when he told Pio and Zerif. All this speculation is useless without more information. We need to get you to level 35 as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, about that. We’ve been talking about [Split Focus] being necessary for a Lightmind, but I also got the impression that I needed [Persistent Casting]. Which one am I hoping for, here?”

Hogg answered. “Either one would make up for not having the other, but eventually you’ll want both. [Split Focus] is better overall, but I'm curious about what kind of glass magic you'll be able to do with [Persistent Casting]."

"So the plan is just to get to level 35 and hope it's one or the other?"

"If you don't get one of those at 35, then it's time to find a priest because the gods are mocking you. Alright, this is far enough."

Brin looked around. They'd chosen an area with only a few odd trees in a small run of prairie. The ground was covered in knee-high grass, and the ground was surprisingly treacherous with the number of mole holes that covered the ground.

Brin looked around, but didn't see anything. "Huh? What are we doing here? I figured you were bringing me to some kind of monster."

"We'll get to that, but first we should work on your sounds. Here." Hogg handed Brin a sheet of bark paper, with one short sentence in the Language. When he flipped it over, he saw an entire page of words. "The backside is the anti-eavesdropping spell I showed you yesterday. Memorize that on your own time. For now look at the short spell there. That's Sound Amplification."

Brin read the words out loud, and felt the magic take hold. First try. It didn't seem to be doing anything so he said, "Hello." It came out "HELLO!" sounding exactly like when your seven-year-old nephew discovers a microphone for the first time.

Brin smiled, but then frowned in anxiety. That was loud. Had they heard that back at camp?

"Don't worry. I'll be blocking all sound from reaching the caravan. Now go ahead and get that spell memorized. I don't think I have to tell you this, but you'll need to be able to cast it on the fly without any words of Language, so concentrate on the way the Language is moving your power and see if you can reproduce it on your own. Oh wait, hold up." Hogg whistled and Marksi dashed in from the forest to hop up into his arms. "I'll protect Marksi's hearing, too. Go nuts."

Brin cast the spell again, and this time didn't hesitate to play with it. He shouted "HEY!" as loud as he could. The sonic blast hit like a punch to his ears and left them ringing, but that quickly faded.

The next time he cast the spell, he also spared a thought to also put a void of sound around his ears. It worked and he felt the magic take hold, but when he talked he couldn't hear it to tell how well it was working.

With a bit of practice, he figured out which words he could push mana into to make it even louder. He jammed in as much mana as he could until he hit the limit. This is where he saw the usefulness of this instead of the "bang" part of his Flashbang spell. The upper limit was much larger, and he was getting more sound for less magic. He blocked his ears, and then let loose with another yell.

The grass bent in waves and the leaves vibrated on the trees. With his ears silenced, he wasn't exactly sure how loud it went, but he was pretty sure it would've punctured the eardrums of any human on earth. Hogg and Marksi didn't react at all, of course.

He noticed one other thing with this test. He could also control the direction of the sound somewhat. He put a moderate amount of mana into the spell, pointed it away from him, and let loose with another "Hey!" He barely heard the sound, more from it echoing against the trees than the initial noise.

"How well is this going to work as a weapon?" asked Brin.

"It'll work really well as a distraction, and against certain specific people or creatures it can be devastating, but don't count on it for everything. Hearing damage fixes itself pretty quick, and anyone with a high-level combat Class will have some kind of resistance or counter for it."

That didn't feel right to Brin; in his world you could get permanent hearing loss from going to too many concerts. But his instincts were often wrong about the limits of a System-enhanced body, and now that he thought of it, the ringing in his ears had faded much too fast.

Now that he had a little bit of a feel for it, Brin used [Directed Mediation] and started practicing. He cast the spell, cutting out a single word of Language at a time and practicing until he could get the same effect without it. Then he removed another word and kept going.

The practice was painful and monotonous, but [Directed Meditation] helped him remove any stray thoughts or distractions and kept him moving forward, one piece at a time.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

The minutes dripped by. Marksi got bored and shuffled around, and Hogg had a blank look on his face that meant he was focusing on something his Visible Eyes were seeing. Brin ignored them and kept working.

Finally, he finished the spell without the Language, and with it stored in Memories of Glass, he'd be able to do it again. It took him about five seconds to cast, but that wasn't good enough. He kept working on making it faster. Three seconds. Two. Good enough.

Through training you have increased the following attribute:

Mental Control +1