I made a few
sandwiches and a pot of tea, returning to the living room with a head
full of questions.
“What's it
like?” I asked. “The Weave I mean, what's it like in there?”
Oak stopped
pacing before he replied. “I have never been myself, so I cannot
answer with any authority, but I am told it is best described as
'chaotic'.”
“You must
be able to tell us more than that,” I pressed him.
“The
testimony of those of the Forest that have entered the Weave is
unreliable at best, and more likely suspicious. Either way it is not
to be trusted. Only one of us has been there as an agent, and he has
never commented on the incident.”
