“I am Master Mender Liam Andras,” he said, and promptly tilted the rest of the cup back until it was empty. “Good. Now, that restorative draught out to make you feel fine in about another two hours. Until then, you’re going to go right back to sleep like a good little mageling.”

Merlan licked her lips and started to protest with as much indignation as she could muster, but everything slid away from her and she was left with the draught’s potent command that she sleep once more. She wanted to find her sister.

To make sure.