“If old
Nan knows what I am,” Raven replies, pulling at her vice like grip
on his arm. “Then Old Nan will understand that I know almost as
little about the Warp as I do about the Weave. What I know about is
balance, and there's precious little of that here.”
“Hah!”
Laughs Nan, letting go. “You'd be right about that. So how long
before you ask to see inside my cottage?”
“How did
you...”
“You've
been eyeing my front door since you arrived. You think it's your way
out of here.”
“And is
it?”
“It could
be, for a price.”
