I stuffed the magic mirror into my gut pocket and fixed a glare on the wall in front of me. I just found a very unpleasant detail of long-distance communications via the mirror: it didn't work with telepathy.
Obviously. God of Rogues was in Heaven and I was realms away.
Now I wasn't so sure anymore that he won't sic other gods on me. Who's to say he won't change his mind? Reckless, reckless of me. I grew too used to this ability, too quickly.
I shook my head and dismissed these concerns. It was too late now, so I'd better keep on with doing what I could. God of Rogues interrupted me in the middle of a conversation, and I was sure that my sudden desire to leave it planted weird thoughts in the Master of Sin's mind.
I marched back through the hallways of his palace to his throne room. The throne was mine now, but during the course of the day that passed since my arrival here, the Master of Sin found himself a comfy enough chair to sit on.
