Re: (Desafon) The Island Chains of Perigo
The implication within Max's words was that the Gate would remain, and reality, for this rare moment, obeyed: the Gate, a rip in space-time that would send any who entered it hurtling to the intruder's Realm, remained. The slither of chaos and light could still be seen as a magnesium blur far along the beach.
"Sorry, Lord, I didn't .. didn't mean to show any inappropriate behavior," the Shaman stammered, obviously taken aback. "I'll .. shake your hand, next time."
A silence passed; Desafon continued talking.
"It could've been the killer, Lord. It could have been. I haven't seen any proof against it, honestly, and it makes sense. But from what I saw.. it was just a boy. A boy couldn't kill men like that..
"Paper? Oh, yes, we have paper, and ink. The ink we get from the squids caught down by the rocks. The paper, well, it's the finest paper in the land! Made, naturally, from the finest wood.."
He sent a villager off to fetch paper, and the villager soon returned with the heavy, hard, parchment-like material and writing instruments.