We woke up, the fire having just about died out, the spirit the Wizard had summoned the previous night floating above it.
"No beings approached the camp, Master."
The Wizard yawned.
"Good, now fuck off."
As the spirit vanished, I shook my head.
"Every other magic user I know is polite to the spirits they summon, for safety."
He laughed, and showed me the mystical coordinates for a specfic part of hell, the part where those who were overly submissive spent eternity.
The Wizard ended up dying at the hand of a demon, upset their toys were borrowed without asking.
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