...but tell me,...
"Oh, yes," Jalin exclaims. There is a note of confusion and
amusement in his voice. "Midalde is about four hundred miles from
here." He stretches his hand out to indicate great length.
"Four hundred miles!" You sit straight up in surprise. Your
head swims. Jalin helps you back down. You look down. You're lying on
a soft cot, and you are covered by soft blankets.
"Yes," continues Jalin, "Edomiya told us of your coming
in the Magic Pool. It transported you from Midalde to here,
Casaler."
"Magic Pool," you muse. Your head aches with the confusion.
"Loria," you say, suddenly getting a great idea, "will
you get me a glass of water?"
"Surely, Milady," Loria bows. She leaves.
You turn to Jalin, and narrow your eyes. You
say...
are we far from Midalde?" you ask.
