The faint sound of the wireless pulled Sturgis’ attention away from a halfway finished stout. It didn’t sound like the Witching Hour any longer---not that Sturgis paid much of any attention to the programme---but rather, like an interruption. “Can you turn up the wireless?” The bartender grunted, dug into his pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, the sound was audible.
“I repeat, Derrick Wilkes—the named attacker of Galvin Gudgeon—has been spotted in Tutshill. An eyewitness alerted the WWN that minutes ago a strange Wizard lurked near the Fainting Phoenix pub...”
Sturgis’ blood ran cold. A silence blanketed the brewery, and panic struck most patrons (if not all). A Brewed Awakening wasn’t far from the Fainting Phoenix, not to mention Wilkes headed east---his proximity nearing the brewery as each moment passed.
“He’s gotta be right on top of us,” Sturgis finally stated, not to anyone in particular, just simply aloud.
He felt a fire emerge deep within himself. Sturgis knew better. He knew there were Hit Wizards for a reason. His abilities couldn’t match up, and that wasn’t even considering Wilkes’ abilities. And yet, despite all his logical intentions, Sturgis couldn’t stop himself from standing up and head for the exit.