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Besides the people already gathered nearby, there wasn’t any life signature that was out of the ordinary.

Ishmael wrung his hands together, casting an anxious glance at the forest around them. “Without the container, how stable is her soul? Like, how easy is it to handle?”

The dealer god scoffed. “It’s like holding onto a greased pig. Even I had difficulty keeping it in check. That’s what the vessel was for. Whoever has it now is probably not having a good time keeping it from trying to bond to the nearest tree or whatever.”