Ted was able to do about six cards per hour. The doctor would not have been able to do the same, but he did it, anyway, at the cost of what little remained of his health.
They had circled around the islands for a while now, searching for a place to hunt some big game, but the desperation of their situation was beginning to reveal itself to them. The biggest game around here manifested as rabbits.
Rabbits would not feed the masses.
They had to push through and try not to crash. Madorn had calculated an ideal route, which was less than ideal, of course, since ideal options did not exist when skies were black and the only sane man was an occultist with a prize on his head.
Ted tried his best to ensure that everyone had something to hold onto. He was not yet sure of his deadrousing capabilities, and for this reason he would have rather kept his sacrifices alive. For now.
