I let out a gasp as I
realised what was happening behind Oak. Raven chose that moment to
step forward, grabbing Oak's attention.
“Whatever accusation
you're getting round to making,” he said, “Why don't you just
come out and say it?”
“Accusations?” Oak
exclaimed in mock surprise, “Great mountains no, my dear Corvus,
nothing of the sort.”
“It's Raven,” he
snarled, his increasing anger visible in clenched fists.
“Raven, yes, of
course,” Oak smiled without a hint of warmth or humour. “I am
merely forced to wonder how it is you seem able to come and go in the
Weave without renouncing the Forest.”
Behind him, the Nomad's
face was clearly visible in the wall. It blinked once, then again,
lips moving silently. It was almost as if it was confused.
“Tinkerer....?” it
asked in that deep, rumbling voice it had.
“What...?” Oak
shrieked, his whole body twitching with shock as he half turned.
That's when Raven shot forward, faster than we'd seen him move
before, hands outstretched to grab Oak.
