Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
That's not enough to get me but it's probably enough for me to get you if I think the wrong thing. It's not a catastrophe, though, it doesn't do anything passively the way his version does. It would stop you from hurting me and mean I could give you orders if I wanted to.
"Do we have somewhere to put her where she won't accidentally hear syllables of names occasionally?"
"Well, she can write me letters now and then. I speak Quenya so you can just use the - a new Quenya mail label without my name in it. Is a nickname too special if no one associates me as an individual with it but the nickname is associated with the unknown identity of whoever did a thing that I did? I can just make something up if that's too entangly."
"It'd be a bit risky since there'd be sudden entanglement if you ever were connected to the famous name."
"Do you have to ask me now? I'd like to describe it in a fun way that might make it too imprecise to be technically accurate."
"Abadar, if you have some way of being aware of this request despite the speed difference, please restore this dead fairy to life," he says.
She wakes.
"Uh, hi. We were just testing whether resurrecting fairies works. We're going to get you home in a bit -"
"To her son's court. She's never been here. We can get her back to her old court but it'll take longer."
"Your grandson says 'To her son's court. She's never been here. We can get her back to her old court but it'll take longer.'"
"Okay. Uh, we have a proof of concept, then. I guess the next step is to Gate over...and give you stuff and kill you...and then hopefully be slowed back down and arrange you a resurrection?"
"I need a few hours to set things in order here, as I'll be dead a long time under the best of circumstances."