“The point,” another man across the fire interjected, “is that we don’t even know if the ritual worked. We could be looking for someone who no longer even exists.”
The first man stood up and rubbed his head. “You tell the High Priest that, and see what he says. I dunno about you all, but I’d rather keep looking.”
The voices sounded vaguely familiar to him. Mason searched his memories, trying to concentrate on the campfire one from before. It seemed to line up. Did that mean they were talking about me? They couldn’t be though. I’m not dead.
