“My purpose?” the
bent figure begins, but a cough and raised eyebrow from Raven stops
him short. “Well you have to admit,” he continues a moment
later, “The Warp was a better place.”
“M'lady,” Curly
says, “Both your husband and Raven are in position.”
“Why does your dwarf
keep talking to himself?” the twisted man asks.
“Nevermind that,”
Raven replies, “What is it you would have me do?”
“Nothing,” come the
reply, with almost a giggle in its certainty. “That's the beauty
of it.”
“Nothing?” Raven
asks, “You don't want the Forest to do anything?”
“Nothing at all,”
the giggle more pronounced, “You just leave the Weave to sort
itself out.”
“And how will that
happen exactly?”
