Raven returned, twiddling a rose and mumbling to himself. Dad followed him, obviously upset.
Raven stopped and looked at the rose in his hands. “Oops,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen returning empty handed. “There's something missing. I'd hoped to avoid this, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to call on another agency. You may find this unsettling.”
“I couldn't get any more unsettled,” Mum said.
“Well prepare yourself, the nomads even disturb me.”
“Nomads?” I asked.
“Nomads of the Weave.” As he finished, we began to hear a deep, heavy rumbling sound.
