"Back already?" Magoi turned the page of the newspaper he was reading. The dinosaur masked Fateweaver was sitting at a wooden table next to the Loot Basin. Neither the table nor the chair he was sitting on had been there this morning, but with his apparently god-like control over the Illusion Barrier things popping out of nowhere had stopped being surprising. Create had fixed John's clothes, otherwise the Fateweaver probably would have had more questions.
John had noticed him reading newspapers, but had not cared about it before. Now that he was stepping off the gas, more of his curiosity managed to get back to the surface. "Stuff happened," he kept his side of things short, as he walked up to the Loot basin. "What are you reading?"
