"Why did you have their - soul?"

"I was going to reembody him. What are you going to do with him?"

"Probably not reembody him here where he can't get home. We'll keep him safe."

Sigh. "Okay."

"If you want to go talk to the other people who've been summoned there are some questions we'd need you to answer."

"I suppose that would be the logical next thing to do. Ask away."

"Name?"

"Cam."

"Where're you from?"

"Originally or when I'm at home or the last few years?"

"All of those, I guess."

"United States. Hell. Arda. In order."

"Hell?"

"That's what I said. Are you speaking my language or what here -"

"Translation spell."

"I guess depending on how your spell works that might sound worse than it is. Hell's nice."

"We know what Hell is," he says coldly.

"You might not, though. If I switch languages it's 'Void'?"

"Want to describe it?"

"It's a void, and stuff that demons have put in the void. And demons. There's a huge stupid rectangle of gold."

This person looks very tired and very confused.

"Do you mean to harm the pharaoh or anyone in the palace?"

"...no."

"If you wanted to, what would you try?"

"...that would depend on why I'd want that, I guess?"

"Hypothetically let's say a demon told you to."