He settled in before continuing, and said to try and disperse her fears if only in the slightest,The threat does not come from I, but from strange tongued strangers in an all too familiar bar,
We are like each other, living on the edge of our lips between two worlds, both of which claim us as much as we claim them. Reality!
The whimsy dropped soon enough.
, Warren looked around in mock worry,An object exists, that is said to be a crystal, or perhaps a stone. It's regular in the sense that it is an enchanted item, but irregular in the very fact of it's existence. You see, this rock, this chunk of matter, is said to do something that
Warren's hard eyes grew black,Is said to trap souls. Not just any souls,
All souls. There is but one way in, and one way out.
The implications were catastrophic.