“Yeah. What should I do when I get back? I guess our secret’s out, eh?” Elgin spoke aloud this time, he almost felt good that his secret was out.
The Iffrit’s soundless chuckle tickled disturbingly, *Those without the right experience and knowledge have a hard time holding onto things that happen in the shadow realms, Elgin. A few minutes and it will get fuzzy and fragmented, the first time they sleep their memories will fade and others will tend to take their place. They will be very confused for hours. Then they will all go home, go to sleep and tomorrow they will be chatting about what went wrong and a new narrative will string itself through the memories and they will forget it quickly. The two we lost will be the focus, they may turn up dead or never be found, but the narrative will somehow weave itself about their passing. A few, those with the basic ability to manipulate magic, may hold onto more, and they may remember us having something to do with what happened. We shall just have to see what the morrow brings.*
Elgin was glad that the Iffrit had said, we and not you.