"Time in dreams tends to move strangely," Foulques said with a bit of a nod. "What felt to me to be several days proved to have been no more than eight bells when I awoke here again. And yes, food is something of an issue. We're no longer in danger of starving now that we have access to the sea, but food is hardly plentiful."
He wasn't certain what the other was trying to do, though it clearly wasn't working. Likely some form of magic then. "If you're attempting some sort of magecraft, it will not work. There is a barrier surrounding this Isle that prevents the use of any sort of magic. A prudent measure, as many of those who were imprisoned here were powerful mages, though it makes things more difficult for us in the present."
And what was the treant doing? It seemed to have stopped in its tracks and was poking at what appeared to be a bit of shiny foil on the ground with one of its roots. Well it was certainly less focused than the treants he was familiar with, if nothing else...
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He wasn't certain what the other was trying to do, though it clearly wasn't working. Likely some form of magic then. "If you're attempting some sort of magecraft, it will not work. There is a barrier surrounding this Isle that prevents the use of any sort of magic. A prudent measure, as many of those who were imprisoned here were powerful mages, though it makes things more difficult for us in the present."
And what was the treant doing? It seemed to have stopped in its tracks and was poking at what appeared to be a bit of shiny foil on the ground with one of its roots. Well it was certainly less focused than the treants he was familiar with, if nothing else...