Eyeball Of A Hawk

"Can you do it, system?" Mag asked, looking at Amy's expectant face.

The system thought a moment. "I'm afraid I can't," it said apologetically.

Mag was surprised. "That's a first. Don't worry. I'll pay you."

"Magic is not science. Magic wands serve as a conduit for channeling the power outwards. I don't possess enough knowledge about magic to make a magic wand."

"I'll pay you a lot," said Mag.

"I can make one for you, but it's unusable without a touch of magic from a magic caster—preferably one who can use the same kind of magic as your daughter."

A smile touched Mag's lips. "I almost forgot her two masters. I'll ask them to make one for her then. They'll be happy to help, I think."

Mag nodded with a smile. "We can ask Master Krassu to make one for you." Then he turned to face Guy. "How much can one of them fetch, Guy?"

"20 gold coins, but they could at least fetch 60 gold coins if you sold them together."