MCP2 “A spoonful won’t hurt. Things will be hard to comprehend anyway.” She gives a sly smile, playful predatory.

“Fine by me, I have to go to cover the war in the Maritharp by the end of the week.” I gulp down the tiny spoon and it dawns on me, as I’m swallowing, that she has changed…something. This is not the same woman. Thing is, I didn’t look away, not really. “Uh…how fast does this work?” Same smile, different lady. “Pretty fast, but you’ll find that several of us, here…are several others, at once.” That made no sense. “And the ‘admission ticket’ helps that?” The whatever I’d taken seemed to light my veins, but I couldn’t confirm what saw that happen. “Not in any way,” she answered. “We aren’t all benevolent.”