Galen is enjoying his expedition to Hammerfast. He just wishes he could have procured more
exotic metals from the dwarves for Lady Markelay. As he makes his way out of the massive
stone gates among the Dawnforge Mountains his mind wanders.
Everything exists everywhere. Why does Lady Markelay always say this? How can everything be
everywhere? All points exist at the same spot? I have already stood at this spot? I like the
color blue somewhere else? I am a ball of yarn somewhere else?
Ahh, the questions that once perplexed me. Planes, energy, and the multiverse. Psh… magic
trick… this is no trick…. Arcane energy flows into me to pull the fabric of this space
asunder so I can utilize what is already there somewhere else. Bending to my will.
Pretty cool. Yep.
Oh hey I should stop at the Five League House for a drink.