“You can't let him speak,” Fiona said loudly, obviously feeling
desperate, “His master has no interest in protecting the Warp, only
consolidating his power in the Weave!”
“Silence!” the wind roared again, “We will decide who speaks.
We will hear all arguments. The Three Who Speak As One will continue
their case now.”
“We must confess,” all three of the midgets began together, “What
the Lady Fiona says is true. My master does seek to safeguard his
position.” As they talked, the three of them were once more
reassembling themselves into one, finishing with the hat/cape to hide
their bodies. “Nevertheless, that agenda does not detract from his
concerns for the future of the Warp.”
“Why don't you tell them....” Fiona began then stopped, looking a
little sheepish. “Okay,” she continued, almost to
herself, “I get it!”
Strauss' hood turned in her direction for a moment before he
continued. “There is no easy way to say this,” he said,
“Humanity has become a disease, an epidemic even. If left
unchecked, they will destroy the Warp, you can all be certain of it.”
