Safely across, Marcon secures the rope at the strongest point he can find, remembering that Anchor's weight will be a concern. This done, he turns and calls to the bridge's far side.

"[color=ec008c]If someone would bring my things, please, you can all cross easy as Tenser's Proposition![/color]"

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"How long is the journey that nobody takes?"

The dream (vivid, obscene) is broken by the voice (firm, insistent).

"What time is it?"

"No asking. Answering. How long is the journey that nobody takes?"

"Aunt Lilandra, I don't -"

"Of course you don't. Let's make it easier. How long would it take to walk to Waterdeep?"

"Walk?"

"Or run, I've seen you doing those ridiculous exercises. How long?"

"It's half a continent away. It'd take months..."

"Yes! Months, one foot in front of the other, each step moving you through space, until there is a line connecting here to there that you made."

"...good?"

"No. What if you didn't?"

"Didn't run to Waterdeep?"

"Yes!"

"...no line?"

"Then how long is the journey nobody takes?"

"...it isn't any length at all?"

Frustration is clear on Lilandra's face. The boy is so close.

"Think harder, Marcon! How long -"

"It's also the same length as the journey that's taken."

There isn't a smile, or a congratulation. But something has clearly happened.

"It's past midnight. Get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll discuss teleportation."
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