“Are you sure you want to contact Maclibhuin? Do you know what he is?” “He’s mellowed with age,” Mercy assured Asil before Adam could say anything. She sounded like herself. “No more killing people because they annoy him. No more making crazy weapons that will inevitably cause more problems than they solve because he had a bad day and wanted to destroy a civilization or two.” Tad snorted. “He likes Mercy. He’ll help us.”
