“What?” Oak demanded again, “That's utter nonsense!”
“Look around you,” Raven replied, “Are you really so sure?”
“It's a house, bricks and mortar,” Oak protested, “Solid.
Real. Of the Warp!”
“And yet if you take a minute,” Raven said, “Just pause, and
get your bearings. Now...does this really feel like the Warp to you?
Or, like me, does something feel....off? Not quite right?”
“Please, do not misunderstand us,” Strauss interrupted, “The
house is most definitely in the Warp. The foundations are very real.
But it has also become part of the Weave. Events, both recent and
ancient, have ensured that. This house has a place in both worlds,
yet it belongs to neither of them. It is, as Mister Raven has said,
somewhere new.”
Oak sat in his chair, frantically looking round the room. His gaze
seemed to dart from one object to another, pausing for a few moments
here or there before moving on to something else. I really couldn't
tell from his red faced expression if he was bewildered or
frightened, or both.
“Then this house is an abomination,” he said finally, “And a
threat to the stability of the Warp. The balance must be maintained.
I can see no alternative, there will have to be some structural
adjustments!”
