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The silence was broken as a dark winged shadow fluttered behind me. I spun around wildly but saw nothing. A deep rasping voice rang out, "that spell was beneath my abilities! Call on a lesser spirit for such paltry matters. I do not wish to be bothered if the limits of your ambition are so miniscule." The voice was ringing from every corner of the room, shaking the lights and rattling the walls. "You bound me to your service for four great tasks, four grand works. This was an inconvenience, a chore, a minor errand, not what I was summoned for. You have a divining tool in your hands. Use it! Ask how to easily gain money next time or bind a minor servitor demon into the deck for such menial jobs. If you call on me again for such trivial matters I will destroy whatever it is you're trying to save!"

Edna was beside herself when I gave her the money. She wanted to know where I got it from. I paused, trying to think of something convincing. She wasn't going to believe that a demon brought it to me. I had to think quickly. "We raised the money at a garage sale at my uncle's house," I said unconvincingly. She frowned. We stood in silence for a while. I felt like such a heel. Here is a woman whom I trust and love more than anyone. She is more like a parent to me than those who birthed me, and I'm lying to her. I'm making her angry. But then she sighed.