But he'd already been wrong once. What was the harm in checking the Oasis? Flagon floated over, his mana holding him up in the air. Still concealed, he looked down upon the Oasis. Nothing here. Wait. He could feel a strangeness in the mana around him. It was disturbed... Nothing that a normal mage could notice, but Flagon sure as hell wasn't a normal mage. It was as if the Oasis was being disturbed by something. He frowned. He hated getting wet.
