"So magic can't be used here." We were in the back of another truck, I swear I spend more times trapped in trucks in the future than I ever spent in wagons. Such is my new awful life.
"Yes its almost like someone told someone else a story about how gods were dead and magic was gone in this area, almost like that person told you that on purpose." Braidin was displeased with how things turned out, I mean I think he was, you never know.
"Necromancy worked at the time."
"Yeah I'm guessing you probably had something left over from your lands, used it up for that little display of power and now you're dry." I frowned.
"So you mean I'm like one of you normals? This is insulting."
"You get used to it, I mean its not nearly as bad as dealing with you." I frowned again.
"Both of you shut up." The soldiers sent to get us were as angry and stupid as the previous ones I'd dealt with. It was enough to suspect being a dick is prerequisite for working for Oshujon. Rudeness aside the ride to Oshujon's was nice and bumpy, apparently modern movement hadn't corrected that whole road issue that plagued horse carriages before them. When we finally go there I began to wonder exactly what was Hanlon's plan, and it turns out I had a good damned reason to be worried!
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