“Put it back.” Belyn said sternly, and they felt the focus dissipate.
Raoul looked up, his eyes bright. “I have never done that before.” He said, his face animated with discovery.
“What did you do?” Belyn asked quietly.
Raoul leaned forward. “I had a hold of the flask of Orit, and was bringing it back, when I heard you telling me to put it back, so I did so. Well we have always taken from that room, but never put into it. Who is to say that we can't take an object and put it there? Who is to say that we can't take ourselves and put ourselves into a place?”
Belyn shook his head. “Too risky. You would have to know exactly where you are going.”
“But we would in this case,” Raoul protested. “We would be going back to Eskenberg.”
“It is not as simple as that,” Belyn disagreed. “The room I
