"Maybe," I reply. "But you know these Samsarinans. They give out medals for anything." #101 | | |
"Where are the plans?" says Lisutaris, suddenly. #102 | | |
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"The plans for the crossbow and sighting device. You know, the important military secret I'm meant to be protecting." #104 | | |
"They're on the table." #105 | | |
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We all stare at the table. The plans are gone. I yell for Arichdamis. He pokes his head out of the window. He doesn't have them. The four of us engage on a frantic search of the vicinity. The blueprints are nowhere to be found. Arichdamis moans, and sits down heavily. #107 | | |
"How can they just disappear?" demands Makri. #108 | | |
I ask Lisutaris if she can perform some sort of quick searching spell. Unfortunately Lisutaris is no longer listening. Her bag of thazis is open on her lap. She swiftly rolls a huge stick, snaps her fingers to ignite it, then inhales deeply. I sit down next to her. #109 | | |
"Give me some of that," I say. #110 | | |
"Me too," says Makri. "We're really in trouble now." #111 | | |
