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When Ashe woke, he saw Harvey and Iger tucking into sandwiches.
"Are you not afraid they might be poisoned?" he asked.
"Then I'll take your share—"
"I mean, you should have woken me up so I could test them first," Ashe interrupted. He quickly grabbed the last sandwich and licked it to claim it, earning a look of pure disgust from Iger.
"How long were we asleep?"
Ashe opened the game interface. "It's 2 a.m. We slept for less than an hour."
Iger muttered, "So that means we'll have to stay here for the next day…"
"Why?"
"If the remaining travel time were under six hours, they wouldn't bother providing food. But since we're injured and sleep-deprived, skipping a day's meals could trigger sudden death. That's why they gave us food."
The sandwiches were barely enough to stave off hunger. They only made Ashe feel even hungrier. He tapped the padded wall gloomily. "Are we going back to prison? I'm starting to wonder if, after I die, the title of my Sorcerer's Handbook will be A Popular Review of Public Prisons…"
Iger said faintly, "We would have been lucky to be in prison. What I truly fear is that this might be a slave society. Sorcerers would form the slave-owning...
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