"Right." He picked the magician up carefully and eased her rigid form inside a storage cupboard. I was pleased to see that he set her down gently in what would be a comfortable position once the muscle-paralyzing properties of the gamma scopolamine wore off. I breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that she wasn’t one of those unfortunates who went into respiratory shock at the synthetic toxin. When I purchased it in the Thieves’ Market I’d intended to use it only on Vargas—if he died from it, that was only justice being served. But I didn’t want to see an innocent person harmed by the chemical compound.