"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!"
The rotting, greyed world was a depressing sight Bluberia hadn't prepared me for. Still, I trudged forward; the scanner told me that there was a concentration of Gemium ahead of me.
"So, what exactly is this Everlive stuff you talked about?"
"It's a state-of-the-art device meant for easier analysis of the chemical composition of the area."
"Have a look at this, Everlive." The fishy person gestured at what looked like a simplified color wheel.