"South side of the city, warehouse." Rem emerged looking like he was on something, which he probably was. Trezlan could feel the magic emanating off of him. He was also slightly alarmed with how long he'd been gone and how quickly he was able to pull the information he needed.
"That was fast."
"The sort of power Morley's machines run on and the godling made it easy to divine, just had to ask where people were feeling something strong, and here we are."
"Kind of afraid that means you guys know where I am when I'm nearby." Rem's eyes lit up a little bit at that.
"We do."
"Yep terrified now." Trezlan had always gotten the sense people knew he was wherever he was, now he had the confirmation of it and that was worse. It was like suspecting there were monsters under the bed, versus one reaching out to grab you.
"Don't worry we are all well aware of your reputation, and yet the allure of your blood is a constant source of discussion. Most of us surmise a sample of it will kill someone, the amount of magical ability running through you is like a live wire, tempting to juice up, but mostly going to be fatal."
"I feel so much better you all think my blood will kill you so you don't come after me like starved junkies." Trezlan did not in fact feel better about it.
"So now that that is settled do you think we should go save your son or do you want to sit her complaining about people with addictions?"
"Well I have so many things to whine about, but yes we should probably save Rolando."
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