I turned back to the shrine. "I had no idea she was speaking to you. She never even talks to me..."
He laid a hand on my shoulder from behind. "It's not that she speaks to me, but that I have learned to listen. I first heard her gentle whisper when you stumbled across my church, and again when I received that letter from the librarian at the Divine Throne. The longer I've spent in these mists, exposed to her power, the stronger I've grown. I can see things now, things I never could have imagined."
"Like...magic?"
I felt his nod through his grip. "Among other things. The weave of fate is complex, yet simple."
"And what about the rest of this place? What about Rylam, the slaves, and the Crimson Guard?"
