Janx strongly detested being indebted to anyone for anything. Still, he was forced to admit that, without Talanda’s assistance, his situation would have been even more untenable than it currently was.
Having located the nearly-petrified remains of the Review Council, it hadn’t required any of his considerable expertise in xenobiology to determine they were well beyond any hope of revivification.
To his chagrin, it was Talanda who’d come up with the unconventional but brilliant idea of how best to dispose of the unfortunate Council representatives.
Using her considerably more superior skills in temporal displacement, she and Janx had hopscotched back and forth, disposing of the wooden remains all across the time stream of this barbaric world.
In equine form, Janx had hauled the heavy wagon to the middle of nowhere before stopping. Thoroughly exhausted, he resisted the urge to bludgeon the grinning Talanda with the shovel and began digging instead.