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CONTACT LOCATE
Moving into a side alley out of sight from the market goers, Ramble took the wooden stick out of his robes and transformed it into his staff, resting it gently on his brow. 'Contact Locate,' he whispered, imagining Wilhelmina's face. His staff wasn't strictly necessary, but with the hubbub from the market, he wanted as clear a connection as he could manage.
Immediately, her voice rang in his ears. 'Hello?'
'Wilhelmina, it's Ramble,' he said, going further back into the alley to make sure he wouldn't be overheard.
'Ramble? So, you're finally calling yourself that again?' It sounded like she was smiling.
'Yes, my memories came back to me. Listen,' he said, dropping his voice even lower. 'I'm in the Royal City, and I've heard some rumours about the Desrai.'
'You're in
