The campsite was torn down over the next few hours, and it was soon midday. Rohea sat atop Feisty, his trusted steed, and rode up and down the line of... soldiers."Ready yourselves," Rohea shouted. "The enemy is but a week from Yaklo. We must meet them head on, and show them that Wollior will not rest easy when the enemy is at our door! For Wollior!"The soldiers cheered, and began their march away from Yaklo, towards Ciiar. The cavalry headed east around Yaklo, under the leadership of lieutenant. Kell and I both smiled at him and added the accumulated Magic that we held in our left hands to the glyphs held by the fingers of our right hands and vanished from his ken.The Dublin of 2170 AC (After Cingetorix, see Magic Ink III, chapter 3) in the Other Reality was quite different from the Dublin in our Reality. It more closely resembled the Dublin of the early to mid 17th century in our Reality, as it was still a small walled town.The area around Dublin in both Realities had seen settlers. So now I’m going to give you a choice.”“Sounds ominous,” said the man. “You don’t really look like the cold blooded killer type. Gonna get wifey to do the deed? She looks like she’d enjoy it.” Then he looked at Sensei. “Unless you’re gonna get him to do it.”“We’re not going to kill you,” said Ken.“Oh?” said the man. He was pretty confident that they were going to turn him over to the police. What else were they going to do with him, after all? Well ... there was Turcotte.“I have a friend,” said. .." So here's the nurse," said Hunter, jumping up. "Oh thank gawwdddd, andwhy don't you take her in there Greg!" Sorry, sure," nodded Greg. "Follow me, miss."As Greg left the room with the nurse, Hunter grabbed his pocketbook andwas ready to race outside before he spotted something next to the couchagainst the wall that doubled as Greg's bed. He stopped, knowing hismother would be pissed and freak out on him if he left, so instead hequietly hurried over to the object he spotted. It was just as.