"...I don't do what random people tell me to do, by and large."

"Bribed you to, then."

"I am pretty difficult to bribe."

"Have you ever killed someone?"

"I'd rather not talk about that."

"Well, imagine that reason applied."

"Well, if it was the exact same reason then I guess ex hypothesi I'd do the exact same thing if I still didn't have another idea."

"Okay. Uh, I don't think I can let you in but maybe some people will want to talk to you out here."

"Suit yourselves."

"Do you need anything?"

"No, I -" He holds out his hand and closes it on nothing and looks confused. "- maybe? Why can't I make stuff?"

"Antimagic field. - do you, in light of this, need anything."

"I dunno, lemme check." He tugs on a strand of his hair. "- no, I wouldn't say I strictly need anything."

"Okay. Someone'll be by in an hour if not sooner." He leaves.

"...well I can't go talk to him but perhaps someone should. Mirelótë, maybe."

"I can, if you like. I wish I knew who Iverindo was. It's a normal enough name but I'm not acquainted with him."

"He didn't know him either."

"It's not really promising if he goes around holding a stranger's soul. Before Ulmo moved to Endorë people would carry around their loved ones' chips but not a stranger's."

"It's a bit hard to get chaotic evil without doing some pretty questionable stuff."

"I'm sure. Well. I suppose if I want to know the details I should go and ask. Anything in particular you'd like me to cover, since you can't go yourself -?"

"Guesses on who might've brought us here and what they might want. What the local one is like." Shrug. "Why he's evil, I guess?"

She nods. She leaves.

"Hello. It's Cam?"

He puts his computer back on his belt. "Yeah?"

"I'm Mirelótë Ambela. The pharaoh of this country has security measures that won't let him talk to you directly but he can see and hear us. Do you know anything about how you came to be here?"

"I saw a funny shadow? I didn't get a look at what cast it."