Two witches and whiskey. Marie A.

Three months ago, I got a job as a bartender. But not in an ordinary bar, but in the guild. Yes, in the guild of magicians.

I'm not a cool magician, like my three hot best friends. I am not a sorcerer and not an alchemist, and not even a witch. I am just a person: I pour drinks as a professional and do not put my non -magical nose in magical deeds.

So why am I now standing in a ritual circle of black magic opposite the lord Fayri? Why do three of my friends-magicians fight over my life, and next to my legs a wandering witch, whom I cut down by a stolen spell? Good questions. But before answering them, I need to convince a very angry marine god not to crush me like a bug.

I am almost sure that this was not part of the duties of a bartender.