Well, on the Disc I know exactly. 143 years. But who knows how time is kept here, even though we're surrounded by clocks. So I cheated a little and left it vague.
Ah. Wizards. Say no more.
I think what happens to the things left behind is the same that happens to things whenever you leave them behind: someone else either takes them up, or they fall into disuse and disrepair. For you, it becomes something to talk sadly about when you're drinking with your mates. (Insert alternatively appropriate equivalent here.) Like the Girl I Left Behind but far more materialistic. My advice is to not think about it, since there's nothing to be done about it anyways.
Coffee also smells better. A vampire whose clothes smell of vinegar and brine is no one's friend.
&, I would be very careful about wishing for an oven with which to bake raisin buns. Skipping ahead to the final product might be advisable in this case, as there's less of a chance of being crushed to death by a sudden raisin bun.
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Ah. Wizards. Say no more.
I think what happens to the things left behind is the same that happens to things whenever you leave them behind: someone else either takes them up, or they fall into disuse and disrepair. For you, it becomes something to talk sadly about when you're drinking with your mates. (Insert alternatively appropriate equivalent here.) Like the Girl I Left Behind but far more materialistic. My advice is to not think about it, since there's nothing to be done about it anyways.
Coffee also smells better. A vampire whose clothes smell of vinegar and brine is no one's friend.
&, I would be very careful about wishing for an oven with which to bake raisin buns. Skipping ahead to the final product might be advisable in this case, as there's less of a chance of being crushed to death by a sudden raisin bun.