Pest didn't reply, but I could imagine his confusion and need for more information, turned wordless by my old commands. The mental image made me smile wider as I flapped my wings and took off toward Tinaris.
While I did that, I elaborated on my idea, at the same time polishing it in my head. 'What I meant, Pest, is that I'm going to hide from them in Hell. They wouldn't think that I would return there, and the barriers between the realms would hopefully prevent them from tracking me from where they are. Doesn't that sound like an amazing idea?'
'No, that sounds ducking insane, even forgoing the question of how you will get there. Though, you've been to Hell before. At least that would be a familiar ground, right?'
'Yeah. As for hows—there is a way. Don't you remember what Bishop found about travelling between the realms? There are no spells for getting up, but there are spells for banishing people in Hell.'
