There was not a whole lot of places someone with rocks for skin aside from...well, remote wilderness or maybe a colony of blind people not prone to handshakes or high-fives. Zelgadis' options had slimmed rather drastically once the shit really hit the fan...not that he was completely devastated (or surprised).

It figured.

Well, it didn't keep him from getting by. He was used to being estranged – hell, he did the estranging on purpose before all this. Magic was handy, as was that whole can't-feel-the-elements, body-made-of-rock thing.

Yeah. He was getting by.

And he had someone to find.