He looked at the three dead deer.
"We need to butcher them," he said. "We need to eat. And we need to take what we can carry back to the Guild and sell it for points." He paused. "And then we need to come back and do it again."
"And again," Kael said.
"And again," Theron agreed.
The three of them, Bruce Ackerman of the physical realm, Kael, and a young man called Theron who had once been a tax clerk, stood in a glowing forest that did not exist anywhere in any world Bruce had known before, and they understood, all three of them at once, exactly what their path was going to be.
The path was this. Every day. For as long as they were here.
Bruce drew a slow breath. He smiled, the small dry smile.
"Let's eat," he said.
And the three of them got to work.
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The first thing they did was move the carcasses.
