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"The Conventis d'Aire" said the mage (he liked to use the fanciest
words he knew, the CA was simply an ancient way of saying the
FM), "travels at two centimeters per season and seems to run a course
along farmland and distilleries."
"I know that!" quipped Fred. "What I need to know is how to get in." "Oh you youth of little patience," sighed the wizard. "I was getting to that. You must get yourself directly underneath the edificio hoverendus and speak the mystic words. This will cast your body into the evil construct but beware for it cannot cast your sprit." "Huh?" said Fred. "Oh you dimwitted youngsters of this day and age!" bemoaned the magic- user. "Must I go through elemental philosophy with you? Have you not learned the most intrinsic of theologies? We are made of flesh and spirit, one controls the other while one serves the other. We live as dual creatures. But in order to enter aforementioned abode you must separate yourself as if with a scythe." "But.... but... if my body goes up and in, where does my spirit go?" asked Fred who wasn't liking the sound of this. "It stays on the grassy field under the monasterie l'mysterie, of course. Just make sure there are no elk around, they like to nibble."
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