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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron nods, keeps the torch away from Silica and watches the sky.

[Xantalos]

It pulsates and shimmers, the patterns of light writhing and swirling around each other in an oddly hypnotizing way.
Raven tucks his head under his wing, and Xantalos goes to bed.

[Empiricist]

"Then again, I can create all sorts of constructions of salt, yet I am incapable of summoning a single grain of sugar so these oddities are to be expected."
Silica gazes dreamily into the velvet sky of scintillating constellations, each pinhole of light more profound than every conth spell she had ever cast, every sparkle of greater substance than the clockwork apparatus she worked with. It was because of such splendid wonders did she pursue the path of a magician, not to call upon eldritch powers, not to raze twisted abominations from foresaken lands, but to offer a service that meant something, no matter how superficial or devoid in function, but simply to do something that resonated in the hearts of others.

[Empiricist]

Silica wanders off, taking her light with her.
"Caltarothcal Getheth Szahell Donbel" She summons a lightweight but strong shirt.
"Caltarothcal Getheth Szahell Dontalthelielio" She summons a lightweight but strong set of pants.

Checking to makes sure that no one is looking and changes from her shirt and skirt as well as her sock and undergarments to the simpler but enchanted cloth garments and goes to wash her clothes somewhere feeling a bit more self conscious from not having a second set of undergarments to wear whilst she washed the first. If there's nowhere for her to wash her clothes, "Conthal Ah-thaelao Zarapel Prathel" she summons a large levitating cube of water.

If there's a shower that she can use, she uses it, otherwise, she has a cold bath via the following process:
"Haon-cael Hath-caon" She summons a rubber sheet that she lays on the floor somewhere private.
"Conthal Ah-thaelao Haon-cael Hath-caon" She summons a larger levitating rubber sheet as a privacy screen to wrap around the floor sheet.
She inscribes a circle and a rune.

Spoiler: Magic Circle (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Rune (click to show/hide)

"Conthal Harialltontal Prathel" She summons a large quantity of fast moving water that is contained within the magic circle and bathes in it.

Afterwards she dries herself with a towel and puts on her cloth clothes.
If she can't find a towel, "Szahell Hath-caon" She summons a sheet of cloth to dry herself with before putting on her cloth clothes.

"Caltarothcal Hathic Ah-thaelao Rosha-halel" She summons a durable, levitating crystal altar and inscribes a rune and circle onto it.

Spoiler: Magic Circle (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Rune (click to show/hide)

"Roncal-thol Haon-cael Shareeb" She summons a small sheet of steel ontop of the altar in the center of the circle.
"Haon-cael Shareeb" She summons another larger sheet ontop of the first sheet.
She then activates the circle, enchanting the first sheet to burn like a hot iron, transferring heat into the second sheet to rapidly dry her clothes. She then switches back into her original clothes undergarments and socks before washing and drying the cloth clothes.

She then finally returns to where Daeron and Raven are, somewhat irritated that in both instances where she was transported to another world, she received a change of clothes in neither.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Each one, it's the option forcing her to use magic. Except the towel; Daeron, along the process, left a small towel for her nearby.

Daeron just lies back on a log, twirling a knife.

[Vgray]

Nelkathar grunts.

"Should've figured it was a god."

[Empiricist]

Silica dries and returns the towel. "Thanks, come to think of it, how do people get clothes or food here?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I brought my own, and apparently the city nearby takes every currency."
Daeron takes another swig from his flask.

[Empiricist]

"*sigh* just my luck, I don't have my wallet or credit card on me, do they accept gold or diamonds?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Well, they took Kobold copper, I don't see why they wouldn't take valuable things like that, lass."

[Vgray]

"I stole a sack of gold from the Goblin who was here earlier. I told him the Flameborn took it."

[Empiricist]

"Okay good, so I'm not entirely broke... How are most of the people here anyway? Are they friendly?"
"Wait, if he's a god, then what did he create?"

[Xantalos]

I only watch now.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron shrugs.
"Corvus seemed friendly enough. And I ran into some lad in a grey suit or something, carrying a spear. Seemed shellshocked, but he was friendly."

[Vgray]

"Unlike the crow-god who lives on the moon, I am not omniscient. And you don't have gods where you come from?" Nelkathar asks, confused.