Verra happily muched on waffles with all of the fixings. She had spent much of the morning meditating and regaining her focus. Most would find her seated in a lotus position beside her bed when they awoke.
"Perhaps more than one spell to speak with the mouse would be appropriate," Verra offered. "I don't think that I can communicate with the little guy, though, I'm sorry. I wonder if the other mouse, the familiar, perhaps, told stories of traveling to other places, maybe a workshop of the hedge wizard. Also, I would wonder if the mouse had seen the Shadow before that fateful day . . . ."