Blai continues to not get a Sending or a scry or a visit from a teleporter.
One day when he heads into the galley, the windows aren't covered anymore.
"No serious competition, anyway. Though if I said 'magician' it would be a term shared with a lot of people who do performances designed to seem physically implausible through means like sleight of hand."
"Oh, most people can't, it would just be... the obvious assumption if someone did something that looked like magic, would be that it was."
"If someone was seemingly taking rabbits out of hats and guessing what cards people picked and turning cloth into candies and such, would that still be part of viable entertainment in Golarion?"
"I haven't... gone to a lot of entertainment shows. I suppose it would not be very much more confusing than people watching chariot races if I heard that this was popular somewhere."
Huh. On what grounds? He can try to use the list to reconstruct whether Iomedae might hate chess.
The plane lands smoothly.
McMurdo is not completely composed of snow-covered ice. There's visible mud, and coastline, and more buildings.
"Do you want to see if we can fly to New Zealand today or do you want to spend the night here regardless of flight availability?"
"I looked it up, and the most recent chess ban was made due to concerns that it counted as a means of gambling. There was also another one last century just on people in the military playing correspondence chess, due to concerns that they could be using their moves as a means of transmitting coded information to enemy forces."
"Huh. I didn't allow people to gamble for money in my fort but never saw a man ruin his life over being fourteen raisins in debt."
"- well of course if the religion forbids gambling then its enforcers will forbid it and anything that seems to foment it, that only stands to reason."