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'And what if the iceberg melts one day?' said Garovel. 'Or simply shifts? Or if a reaper happens to wander by? Or something else, perhaps?'

Hector gave a shrug and stood up. He was naked, he suddenly realized. He decided to sit back down and pull the bed sheets over him again.

'I've seen it all before, buddy,' said Garovel. 'No need to start getting embarrassed in front of me now.'

That was probably true. If only it was as simple as deciding not to feel embarrassed. He pulled the sheets with him as he got up again and made his way over to the closet to fetch some clothes.

'Anyway, even if you did find a really good place to hide the head, there are artifacts out there that are capable of helping reapers locate their lost servants. The Vanguard has access to a few such things, so I'm sure Abolish does, too.'

"Artifacts?" said Hector. "Magical ones, you mean?"

'You could say that. They can look like all sorts of different things, but we generally refer to such items as "soul compasses." They're rare but highly valued. I wouldn't be surprised if Abolish was using one to help them track down Ivan, right now.'

Clothes in hand, Hector waddled over to the bathroom. "Doesn't that mean the people who escaped with the head are in a shitload of danger?"

'It sure does. They'll have to keep moving until they find a place they think is secure enough to store the head.'

"Does such a place even exist?" said Hector. "I mean, if they're being chased by friggin' Morgunov, then..."

'Yeah, it's a tall order. Short of asking Sermung himself to look after it, I'm not sure what you would do in such a situation. I don't envy their position, right now.'