‘What’s happened to the Adjunct? Where are we?’ ‘Lost.’ ‘Which question is that an answer to, Tool?’ ‘Both.’ Toc gritted his teeth, resisting the temptation to kick the T’lan Imass. ‘Can you be more specific?’ ‘Perhaps.’ ‘Well?’ ‘Adjunct Lorn died in Darujhistan two months ago. We are in the ancient place called Morn, two hundred leagues to the south. It is just past midday.’ ‘Just past midday, you said. Thank you for the enlightenment.’
god i love these two together.
