The Fae have a very short list of seven names that they won’t make deals with. Each and every Climber on that list has caused their people untold suffering and has been shunned for life and beyond.William Oh’s name is on that list…seven times.Jason Salazar Will poured the whisky out so that the tiny person didn’t drown or die from poisoning, uncorking the bottle, but leaving the undead hand just outside the bottle, ensuring it couldn’t run away.Then they came to an arrangement: Every time Will asked a question, the fae would answer him, or Will would chip away a bit of the bottle’s neck with his hatchet, opening making the entrance just a bit easier for the hand to try and stuff itself in.Each chip risked shattering the entire neck off and allowing the hand to press its way in and kill the fae. Will was using his terrain control abilities to prevent that outcome but the creature didn’t need to know that.It only took three chips off the neck before the little creature stopped trying to trick him into a deal or speak in vague half-truths.Strangely enough, the entire time they were making this arrangement, Will’s undead hand never lost focus on the fae, even when other things were closer, or easier to reach.It seemed as though whatever magic had been woven out of the thick Miasma around them, it had bound the fae and the hand together. The fae really did own the hand, in the eyes of the Floor.It just wasn’t working out well for him.In the lulls of conversation, when the fae wasn’t screaming, the caravan was quiet, and the road wasn’t particularly bumpy, Will thought he could feel a faint connection between the hand and the fae. A gossamer cobweb similar to what he felt when he tried to yank relics off of people.Similar, but not the same.This felt…more natural than the connection between a Climber and Relic, (...)