Summons staff

There was a very soft sound from the back of the apartment and the old man came to his feet with the speed of an alley cat. Before he’d even gotten there, he’d hissed a word, and his staff flew across the room and into his hand.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, rising, my hands spread. “Would you relax, please?”


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