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Frederick stared at the lich, no Rebecca she had called herself, with wide eyes. His mouth dropped in shock, and his tenuous hold on his magic snapped, shutting off the map projection. With trembling fingers, the half-elf placed the butterfly sigil back over his head. The world around him span slightly as he tried to comprehend Rebecca's words.

[color=aba000]"By the Seven and their signs,"[/color] Frederick breathed, staring sightlessly at the wall, fingering the the three charms on his neck, [color=aba000]"another dimension..."[/color]

He understood the theory behind multiple realities, after all, he was a devotee of Caess, Maiden of the Journey, Cartographer of Unknown Roads. Most of the texts he had read on the subject had been restricted in the Order's library, among other works deemed borderline heretical, or the Gods had decreed wrong. Whatever the theory, Frederick could feel the converging roads under his feet, a feeling he had dismissed when he had been delirious with blood loss.

Looking for the bartender, the half-elf motioned that he wanted an order. The last time Frederick had partaken in drink was during the party he and the other acolytes had before their graduation ceremonies, nearly a month in the past.

[color=aba000]"The strongest drink you have sir."[/color] Frederick ordered, pulling out a string of bronze coins.