“Now,” says the nomad. “If you are rested we should return you to whatever dance it has in mind for you, before your absence is noted. Know this, tinkerer. We are tracking you. If opportunity manifests, we will be there.”
“It calls itself the Peacock Prince, if that means anything to you?”
The nomad pauses for a moment before shaking his head. “Nothing,” he says, “But we will look deep.”
“Well it seems to know me, if that helps.”
“You think we might trace it's history through the Weave by tracking your victories?”
