She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
"The pharaoh confusingly corresponds to various people named Maitimo or things like it," Mirelótë explains to Cam. "Making Hemaka the local Findekáno."
"...should he have sent someone else? It's only going to get more inconvenient to get people up to speed so if we're going to want them I should probably rope them in now."
"Does it happen to be convenient for you to establish that you aren't being mind controlled, Hemaka, that's my only complaint."
"And if Mirelótë here learns the vernacular and reads some books that'll confirm that'd do it?"
"There's some failure chance. You can reduce it by trying repeatedly. I'm not - clear on what you're worried about? The palace security is honestly pretty obsessive, there's not a spell that gets cast here without someone knowing about it."
"Well, sure, but everyone knew about Findekáno. They didn't tell me but they knew. They were doing shit with oaths, don't know what the local equivalent would be."
"When he wasn't chained to the wall he had an oath to stay in the room, or not interfere with whatever Maitimo was doing, or to take all Maitimo's ends as his own till some time elapsed, or whatever. He only wedged him into a contradiction one time -"
"I'd found out, see, and was in the middle of de-oathing Findekáno, and Maitimo was real mad -"
He looks back and forth between them, not quite following all of this.
" - I think you actually need to get someone with a higher caster level," he tells an attendant. "Since hypothetically they'd be needing to beat the pharaoh."
View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post
