The courier scowled harder down at the floor as the General broke the silence. A quick, unhappy glance around didn't show anyone else stepping up to speak, so he cleared his throat roughly and barked out his words.
"Keys can be stolen. Or copied." He scuffed the floor with his boot. "An' shifts an' magic can be... stolen, too." By who or what, he didn't feel the need to state aloud, almost superstitious in his silence on the subject. "But maybe, if there's numbers or letters on a block that we push in a code... as long as no one writes it down or says it out loud once we leave, maybe that would keep anyone we don't want from using it?" Alright, maybe not a great idea, but it was the best he had to get the ball rolling.
"Keys can be stolen. Or copied." He scuffed the floor with his boot. "An' shifts an' magic can be... stolen, too." By who or what, he didn't feel the need to state aloud, almost superstitious in his silence on the subject. "But maybe, if there's numbers or letters on a block that we push in a code... as long as no one writes it down or says it out loud once we leave, maybe that would keep anyone we don't want from using it?" Alright, maybe not a great idea, but it was the best he had to get the ball rolling.
