A Man of Malevolent Intellect
With the bark lurker dealt with, the group completed the crossing of Bridge Road and mangroves gave way to marshland. Once again they were riding atop the embankment roads that were the main thoroughfares of the delta. Sitting in the back of the wagon, Jason looked out at the sun getting low over the wetlands, golden light shimmering on the water. The hour was fairly late, the summer causing the sun to linger in the sky.
Jason took out a red marble tablet from his inventory, the image of a bird etched into it in gold.
“What’s that?” Humphrey asked.
“Something I have to decide whether to keep or throw away.”
“Why?”
“Probably best I don’t say,” Jason told him. “You know, Humphrey, my experiences in your little stretch of reality have been pretty extreme. I
