“Well, what of it?”
“It's still here, you know?”
“What is?”
“Atlantis.”
“Why should I care?”
“The Mighty Corvus, Champion of the Forest, defeated by a child's game. The only one of his kind ever to enter the Weave uninvited, turned back by the mockeries. How do you feel about that? Now, I mean.”
“I no longer take that name. What's past is past, not a thing any of us can do about it now.”
“How have you found it, this second visit?”
“Extremely worrying.”
“Why?”
“There's no order to it. No rhyme or reason. No sense.”
