What, you didn't think I chose Cliffport at random, did you? Have fun in prison, your friends will all be dead before the trial begins.
Elan can't stop obsessing over his brother's parting shot. No matter how much he tries to convince himself that everything's going to be okay, on some level he knows that he needs to do something to make it happen. And right now he can't, not locked in this prison cell. Not while he's waiting for a trial that he knows he won't be able to win. And even if he does…
Your friends will all be dead before the trial begins.
Yeah, he gets the picture.
"Shut up, Nale!"
"thog named thog, not nale. and thog not say anything."
For a second, Elan wants to say something snappy and mean. Instead, he sighs and bats away the image of Nale taunting him.
"I was talking to a flashback."
He sinks to the floor and leans against the cell wall. It's not totally hopeless, he tells himself. For some reason, even though the Cliffport justice system hates using magic they didn't put him in an antimagic field. Maybe if he casts Mending backwards, he can break the bars? Or he could distract the next guard to come by with an illusion of a sexy female guard. Yeah, that second plan sounds good. It hasn't worked the last couple of times he tried it, but that just means it's really likely to work now.