[It is time for Linhardt to provide Eliot with yet another blank and somewhat confused look. This is threatening to be a running theme, but someone has mentioned that many of the Summoned are from 'Earths' and Linhardt is as filled with curiosity as he ever is.]

What is a 'fascist establishment'? I am unfamiliar with the term.

If there were a fountain to Abraxas - or from Abraxas to other worlds - we might not know about it or know where it is. Or perhaps there are subsets of worlds that are connected to one another, and the fountains connect to one subset while the Singularity connects to another. Perhaps your world is at the intersection between subsets.

[Oh. Wait. Most people would have reacted to the 'chased by cannibals' mention. Linhardt fights the urge to sigh. Conversations are hard. He is trying.]

I hope it was a short chase. I find being chased to entail a distressing amount of physical effort for no pay off.

[Linhardt does not like doing work. Running counts as work.]

Are you not a magic nerd, Eliot?

[The healer smiles, a quirk of the mouth. Why would Eliot be in a library in the middle of the night if he weren't a magic nerd?]

I would like to know what your limits are. Can you describe your magic to me?