Blown Away
"So let me get this straight," he began, massaging his temples. "You –"
The withered man jumped at the sudden appearance of a finger half an inch from his eye.
"Want me –"
A tired wave.
"To get in that – "
The megalithic contraption the Group had spent the last few months excavating and repairing.
"Which you will activate – "
The old clown had a frightfully eager look in his eyes suddenly.
"Which will – you hope –"
Rather more pointed pointing.
" Send me who knows how high or how fast to an ancient city that probably never existed."
There was a moment of silence before the man realised this had not been a rhetorical query.
"Eh heh... yes?"
The Chosen One's stare was carefully blank before he glared at Fyer and stalked off. There was a balloonist not too far from here he could hire to take him up it there was anything to see.
Cannons. Honestly.