Tom gave the mage his best junior-officer-frying glare, but Hooter didn’t wither. The magician knew something he wasn’t telling Tom. Like most mages, he was probably looking out for his own hoop and couldn’t be bothered worrying about his teammates. Didn’t he understand that the team came first? If the team didn’t win, nobody won. But here the little fragger was, keeping secrets and standing on the rules.