"A transfer and a trip? I may have to ask you for the full story later."

[His head still felt fragmented, and he was fairly certain he wasnt holding it perfectly still. If the ringing in his ears would subside, it would at least be that much easier to think. He couldn't place this Maias' affect, but it was more than capable to hold a rational conversation. At the very least, he didn't believe he was some matter of voodoo houngan, which put him quite a few pegs above his last associates. Calling spirits and raising the dead, indeed. There was a hopeful tidbit; a silver lining..]

"But you did go back? What do you figure the odds are this time?