"Why?"
"Do you care
what damage you do to a bar of chocolate when you eat it?" Asmondius
nodded slowly when Maurice swallowed down a surge of nausea at the mental image
that provided. "At least with a magical despot, he wants to keep his new
territory as much in one piece as possible, because he will need to use it in
the future. Or in more mercenary terms, he wants to preserve as much profit as
possible."
He sighed and put
down the empty hot fudge jar. "Well, lad, I can't say I'm glad to have
this to think about, but I am glad you were worried enough to consult me on
this. We will put our heads together back home and see what we can do from our
side of reality. You'll contact your friends and get to work on this?"
"You
betcha."
A moment later,
Asmondius vanished in a soft shower of green and blue sparks, taking everything
with him except the plate of uneaten cookies and the fifth jar of untouched hot
fudge sauce. Maurice smiled crookedly at that. Things had to be pretty serious
for Asmondius to leave that for him. As in, provisions for a siege.
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