“A wake walker?”
“A visitor like yourself, fully awake with their faculties intact. Now come, let us show you the market, they'll grow used to you soon enough. Nothing stays wondrous in the Weave for long.”
He offers her his arm, which she takes. It has a reassuring solidity to it.
“Maybe not for you,” she replies, “But you should see the real world, its got nothing like this.”
“Ah, a chance to walk in the Warp. If only. But we're afraid we are too lowly, and our allegiances not clearly defined, to ever experience such an honour.”
