“They called me a prodigy who could conquer a kingdom. All I ever really wanted were my pastries.”
The wizards that raised Zee were increasingly stunned by her inborn magical talents. She need only glance at a spell’s workings to grasp its essence, which is vital to spellcasting. However, if she must ‘wing it’, the results are massive headaches and nosebleeds. Her natural command of sorcery has allowed her ragtag group to survive the green horde far longer than anyone believed possible. Indeed, the group would be lost without Zee.