I followed Raven as he proceeded cautiously up the stairs. He paused
to examine every step, poking at each riser with his finger.
“Do you think that's really necessary?” I asked, feeling a little
bit frustrated. I just wanted to get on with it, you see, get up
there and find the little rascals before they could do any damage.
“I have no idea what we're dealing with,” he replied, “Which is
more unusual than you might think. In such circumstances, I believe
it's better to be overly cautious rather than regret our haste at
some point in the future.”
I have to say, I was struck by his candour, and I had to say as much.
“That's very honest of you,” I replied, “I got the impression
that you people like to appear in control.”
“Usually we do,” he said, pausing to tap the banister, “It
helps to cut through the hysteria that often accompanies the
situations we are called to attend.”
“But not now?” I asked, feeling a little bit cowed.
“No,” he replied ominously.
