I was free from my chair (no need to remain tied down once I blew up the ship, also you know not wanting to die from smoke inhilation), I was also no longer white. Apparently whatever illusion that Hanlon had granted me did not survive my true magical ability, well either that or all the smoke wiped it out. Either way it was even more of a reason to get out of town before someone clued in that I was not the person they thought I was (though to be honest they didn't know who I was so its easy to not be who they didn't know I was.. you know what nevermind nevermind).
I was aided in my escape by everyone fleeing. An exploding ship and crumbling grotto tend to get people moving. I managed to go with the flow and emerged from the smoking crater of the grotto with a group of people, only to have bullets cut those people down immediately. I was left standing amongst a large group of dead facing down a bunch of armed townsfolk rifles trained on me. The Red Hand leader and Dawbry decidedly unhappy to see me looked on with anger.
"Lorentino!" Was the cry and into darkness we fell, literally and figuratively. But that will have to wait till tomorrow, I dropped something large on my foot and I'm still trying to dislodge it, that I took time to write this journal while in this amount of pain shows how stupidly dedicated I am to writing this. Well that and ITS NOT LIKE I CAN DO ANYTHING ELSE!
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