"I'll ask about getting you sent home. It'll probably be fifteen or twenty minutes."

"Thanks."

He comes back fifteen minutes later. "Can you leave under your own power, or do you need a spell from us?"

"I can do it. Need some fine ash or soot and about a pint of reasonably fresh mammal blood. And presumably not to be in an antimagic cell, if it works on my kind of magic."

"All right." He leaves again.

Cor gets through about half his food but does not have much appetite.

And then people will escort him to a different cell and ask him under magic whether he's going to do anything other than go home with the soot and blood and so on.

"No."

Great. Then he can have it.

He gets out of his shirt and starts drawing on himself with it. "If this isn't mammal blood then trying this will kill me, so you're aware," he remarks.

"Do you want someone on hand with Raise Dead?"

"Don't know what that is apart from probably what it sounds like."

"If you die of your spell they would bring you back to life."

"That sounds useful but it working and me dying will both look like me vanishing."

"Ah. - gods keep you, then, I guess. You read chaotic good, when we checked."

"I don't know what that means either."

" - it means that if you die you'll get a nice afterlife. I don't mean - there's nothing wrong with the blood, but most people find that information reassuring."

"Uh-huh."

Paint paint paint.

"People find the sort of chanting my magic system requires very ominous, fair warning."

And he chants. It's very ominous.

- and absolutely nothing happens.

"- what the fuck."

This guy looks very tired. "We didn't do anything."

"Sure you didn't. It's not chicken blood, that would in fact have killed me, but maybe it's more of your anti-magic."

"We just questioned you under the truth spell."

"Then why isn't my spell working?"

"I've never seen that kind of magic before! I have no idea why it wouldn't work or for that matter why it would work."

"Well, you can fucking try asking me if I'm going to hurt anyone again, I guess, because I'm not really equipped to do it with my bare hands!" He sounds angry; he looks scared.

"- hey, hey, it's okay. You're in Osirion, it's not a bad place to be stuck until you can afford a plane shift, you haven't broken any laws except the one, by accident."