90 days ago, I landed employment as a bartender. However, not at a bar-at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind.

I’m not a badass mage like my three smokin’ scorching close friends. I’m not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or perhaps a wussy witch. I’m just a human, slinging drinks just like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously, I understand my limits.

So why am I currently position in a black-magic ritual circle across from a fae lord?

Somewhere behind me, my three mage friends are battling for their lives. Somewhere near my feet is the rogue witch I simply knocked out with a stolen spell. And I’ve about five mere seconds to encourage this very upset sea god not to shmoosh me just like a insect.

I’m pretty sure this wasn’t area of the job description.