“It’s an old-world name, I presume.” Pica flicked her fingers, as though my question was irrelevant. “Staviti uses old-world books as a base for his random assortment of server names.”
“Oh.” Realisation dawned on me. “It’s a server. Your server?” I glanced around the room then, as though one would just pop into existence. It hadn’t dawned on me until then, but I had never actually seen any servers other than Donald in Pica’s residence.
“I keep her hidden because Staviti has a habit of tampering with servers, even when they aren’t his.”
“Why are you giving me her name?”
“It’s an escape. In case you need it. In case you run out of options. Shout her name, and she will take you to a safe place. She can only take one person at a time but she will transport as many people as you need.”
“Thank you, Pica, for understanding.”
“To love is tounderstand,” she replied, patting my knee. “If Staviti would attack one of my parties, then nowhere is safe, not even here. Be prepared for anything.”
