Ragnarr: Waiting for Dinner

Pelor was right. I can't imagine any place safer than Sigil for Leaf to hide in.

It's the loneliest, most isolated place we could possibly have come to. Unique architecture, I'm sure. A fascinating populous from all parts of the planes. Complete neutrality and walls that make any keep on Earth look like they just weren't trying.

A lonely place, though. Not a lot of dwarves in the plane-hopping business. Out this far, frankly not a lot of anything I'd recognize. Any Prime Material Wizard would go crazy with glee at just the number of new things to learn.

And Ryan has. I've never seen him so excited. He's never had so much to learn from so many people, and he's a polite enough lad that most folks seem happy to teach him. If it's ever safe to return home, he'll be able to live a long and wealthy life just letting other wizards copy the obscure knowledge he's got in his books.

If. It's a big if.

I spend all the time I can with Leaf. She never remembers anything past a few days ago, which makes it hellishly slow to teach her something as simple as "Do unto others as you would like them to do unto you." Especially when you have to start with "being obliterated from existence would not be a fun experience."

And I gather she hasn't aged in thousands of years. She may never be ready to make her own decision as to whether to join the fight or not. The best I can hope for is to keep her safe, here, and do what I can before I die an old man.

From what I gather, all that might happen in an afternoon back home.

But the girl may be key. She's the staff-makers daughter, it seems. If the staff was made for Elaina, I can only imagine her daughter could wield it, too, if she's ever ready to take up that mantle.

I just don't know that she'll ever be.

I'm so far gone from home that Pelor doesn't hear my prayers out here. Except, perhaps, that he show me where the good liquor is.

Because the liquor is fine. And some nights, it's the only thing that will let me sleep in this damn city of mirrors.