Engage with the narrative. Holland hadn't even come close to considering such an idea, or even thinking that there was a narrative being sold -- and now that the idea is introduced to him, he rebukes himself internally for being too distracted by death and injury to have noticed. The peaceful train ride, the crash, what looks like a campus. There is intent here.
Did someone bring them here? For what purpose? And how? A dozen different questions spin inside his mind, so sudden and abrupt that he's in danger of getting a headache.
Yes; having an ally here would be wise. Especially if Caleb can talk to people, and trade information with him.
Holland nods, a terse little dip of his chin. "I agree." He crouches down, then, and presses a hand to the grass and the earth, concentrating. His awareness of the elements has increased somewhat, only marginally, but it's something. "I suspect the blockage may be lessening somewhat. Perhaps over time, magic may be regained."
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Did someone bring them here? For what purpose? And how? A dozen different questions spin inside his mind, so sudden and abrupt that he's in danger of getting a headache.
Yes; having an ally here would be wise. Especially if Caleb can talk to people, and trade information with him.
Holland nods, a terse little dip of his chin. "I agree." He crouches down, then, and presses a hand to the grass and the earth, concentrating. His awareness of the elements has increased somewhat, only marginally, but it's something. "I suspect the blockage may be lessening somewhat. Perhaps over time, magic may be regained."