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[sorcerous]

I require supplies.

Hand-forged iron. Bones that have seen the stars. Filaments that cast shadow instead of light. A tesseract.

And energy.

I am willing to bargain.

Comments

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[timesbureaucrat]

I can't imagine you'd want to escape this place only to end up somewhere even worse.

Where are you planning to go and what makes you think I won't survive there? [On the one hand, Narvin wants off this planet. On the other hand, he doesn't want to teleport out of the frying pan only to land right in the fire.]

[locked]

[sorcerous]

Back to the Nine Realms. But there is always danger.

[locked]

[timesbureaucrat]

Well, there's danger here. If these Nine Realms are cleaner and more civilized than this dust bowl, then I'd consider my situation improved. [And if the place has some sort of teleportation technology, he might be able to find his way home.]

[locked]

[sorcerous]

Some are wastes, some are wilds. Asgard is the highest of them all.

That is where I call home.

[ And that is where he will return. ]

[locked]

[timesbureaucrat]

You seem like an advanced species; I assume your home is equally advanced. I'll go with you. I'll have the tesseract ready in a few days.