“Almost to the manor.” Vincent spoke up.

“Good, I hate camping in the woods. My hair is a mess!” Elaina answered, pointing to her hair, which now looked flawless, however she had been fussing with it and combing it almost since they had awoken. Vincent had been surprised to see, when they awoke, that, unbound, her hair fell almost to her thighs.

“The manor has some nice bath's, and the master maid is a godsend. Unfortunately I don't think we'll have any handmaiden's for you there. I have tended to keep a minimal staff at my estates that I don't regularly use.”

“As long as she can help me with my hair that will... be... enough.” Elaina's voice trailed off as her eyes unfocused.

“Elaina? Elaina what's happening?” Vincent asked, struck by her strange behavior.

“Sorry... I just felt... Do you have any transmission mirrors here in town?”

Vincent shook his head in a negative. “No, all the transmission mirrors we have are being used for the war effort, and I can't think of anyone rich enough to personally own one.”

“Well someone just activated one. Nearby.”

Vincent looked pensive.

“Can you listen in.”

Elaina sighed.

“And here I was hoping maybe I could go the rest of the day without my glasses....”

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Elaina closed her eyes, and let her mind drift, looking out over an ocean in her own mind.

She saw, or perhaps more felt the ripples of another set of divination magic, one she recognized from it being used back home, the ripples of an item tuned to send and receive images, a transmission mirror!

She focused towards it, and her consciousness half swam, half pulled its way to the origin. She focused in on the point that was producing the ripples in the ocean of her minds eye.

Slowly the voices of three men came into focus.

Elaina spoke out loud. “I see three men... two are here, one is far away.”

“Can you hear what they are saying?” Vincent asked.

“Yes.” Elaina focused on the voices.

“I think... I think they are talking about us!”

“What are they saying?” Vincent asked.

“Two of them seem to be reporting that we've come to the town, and the one they are arguing with says that it is impossible, because you are dead. The guy on the far end seems like kind of an asshole.”

Vincent's eyes darted all over the interior of the carriage.

“Can you tell me where they are?”

Elaina lifted a finger to point in the direction she was staring at in her mind.

“... Do you think you could intercept the outgoing transmission?”