Tymon nodded. "Mmhmm. Pretty wack that no matter what happens today, I'm going to outlive you." His smirk grew. "So much for killing me."
"Seriously? You're gonna have a gnome take part in the show?" the handler of a particularly angry-looking griffin said, eying me.
When I heard the kind of noise only a mass of celebrating people could make, I groaned. Of course Myrial had decided to take the whole crew to see the Heyiadl's grand festival.
Tymon shuffled to me in the evening, looking like he wanted to talk about something. "Well?" I asked. "Get on with it, Tymon."
"That was fast," I commented. "Time travel," the messenger explained. I suppressed a groan. "Great."
"Well, the magician we delivered the deck to was dead, so we had to talk to their... umm..." Tymon turned to Bolotseseg. "What exactly was their relation?"
Livergreen... The city of magic of all sorts, legal and illegal.
You remember that tarot deck we handled in a shipment the year before last year?"
"Myrial's duplication spells are something else, aren't they?" Bolortseseg giggled.
"You can't keep that photo!"