Sorry about the quiet since DragonCon; it's not because I've been working, this time. It's the fault of my new neighbor, Irma.
I live in Orlando, and we're not supposed to get the worst of it, but it's still coming down pretty hard. And we just discovered my roof leaking.
I'll let you know if I survive, or if I get carried off to Oz.
He landed, examined the arrow, nodded appreciatively, and tucked it away into his void key.
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