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[calledtoventure]

Relto is a small island rising out of a sea of mist. Four short wooden pillars stand to one side; to the other, a tiny hut has been built against an upspur of bare rock.

[Note: Due to party-related time dilation, this thread takes place before the arrival of OTC on the forum and the events of "austerity".]

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[antiprojectionist]

"There are a lot of Earths, and a lot of them have English as a major language. It seemed prudent to learn. I am from an Earth, originally, but I spoke Japanese there."

He bows formally as he accepts the bills and the KI with both hands.

"Thank you very much. My accent's long since disappeared, of course, but I do remember a few things."

[calledtoventure]

"All right then." She takes down a golden-brown book, the spine marked with a green shape like a torn seam, and holds it open for him. The linking panel shows a desert landscape. "With any luck, this should be the last Book you ever need to use."

[antiprojectionist]

He smiles.

"Hopefully. I suppose I'll see you around."

He nods to her, then places his hand against the linking panel and vanishes.

[calledtoventure]

He arrives in a desert, just inside a gate in a low fence. Behind him, a dirt road comes to an end at the gate; in front of him, the ground rises to the caldera of a long-extinct volcano. The faint sound of music comes from the direction of a trailer in the distance.

His KI blinks with an incoming message:

The road will take you into town.

Good luck out there.

[antiprojectionist]

Good luck to you too.

He walks up to the gate, whistling tunelessly to himself, and clears it with a single nimble vault.

There is a whole world out there and none of it is moving on him. It is glorious.