"It is not magic.  It is a talent of my people.  We are simply good at being unobtrusive."

It occurs to Broom, after he has spoken, that these are not the words of a slave.  Well, he is not a slave, and in alterCheliax he has never been a slave, so that is well.

(He knows of alterCheliax now, the divergent mini-reality they are constructing to contain Keltham.  Broom spoke for a time with the one called Asmodia, who, despite her strange mission, seemed harried and exasperated in a way that made Broom feel oddly sympathetic towards her.  In her own way Asmodia seemed like a slave with too much to clean up, much like he once was; he would not, without reason, make her work any harder.)

"It is not magic.  It is a talent of my people.  We are simply good at being unobtrusive."

Broom knows, speaking, that these are not the words of a slave.  He sets aside old anxieties at the thought.  It has been claimed to Broom that he is not a slave anymore, at least not of Cheliax; and in alterCheliax he has never been a slave, and he has been requested/instructed to conduct himself accordingly.

(He knows of alterCheliax now, the divergent mini-reality they are constructing to contain Keltham.  Broom spoke for a time with the one called Asmodia, who, despite her strange mission, seemed harried and exasperated in a way that made Broom feel oddly sympathetic towards her.  In her own way Asmodia seemed like a slave with too much to clean up, much like he once was; he would not, without reason, make her work any harder.)

"It is not magic.  It is a talent of my people.  We are simply good at being unobtrusive."

Broom knows, speaking, that these are not the words of a slave.  He sets aside old anxieties at the thought.  It has been claimed to Broom that he is not a slave anymore, at least not of Cheliax; and in alterCheliax he has never been a slave.  He has been requested to conduct himself accordingly.

(He knows of alterCheliax now, the divergent mini-reality they are constructing to contain Keltham.  Broom spoke for a time with the one called Asmodia, who, despite her strange mission, seemed harried and exasperated in a way that made Broom feel oddly sympathetic towards her.  In her own way Asmodia seemed like a slave with too much to clean up, much like he once was; he would not, without reason, make her work any harder.)