Well, now we’re screwed.
Evelyn and I, are out in the middle of the bush-land with the bourbon trees.
Evelyn’s demanding information from Clifford, about Barte and the Communion but he’s struggling to tell us if the letter even made it to Galaxy yet.
Back at the house I went downstairs and started screaming at the man with the axe, telling him that “Barte’s not here, he’s away at work,” and I accidentally threw him magically across the house and into the walls. He discovered who I am and ran away. And now, Evelyn and I, have to run.
Apparently it’s too dangerous for me and Evelyn to stay in Shanahan. Evelyn gave me a massive lecture about how we’re not meant to perform magic in front of the Shanahan people.
They hate witches and wizards, fairies and even mermaids. They hate anything with abilities above their own.
Evelyn says were going.