Static; that was what walking through the Arch-Passage felt like as if walking through thick static. The only person who took humor at my expense was Revelin, who didn't bother to disguise his chuckling. I immediately lifted a hand to the top of my head and felt that my hair was spiking out in all directions. Great, I thought sarcastically, all the trouble I had gone through to tame it had been in vain.
Sending a petulant glance his way, I asked: "So, what will we be doing here?"
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