Re: Part 66a - Descent into dark places
First, upon the Pattern, then... adjustment, as he was used to...
...then he was nonchalantly projected through the air, across an unfamiliar room. The landing knocked the breath out of him, causing him no small amount of disorientation.
What had he considered before? Sticking it to the old man? Ah yes. The follies of youth, so apparent even in his own ridiculous age.
He gathered his wits, noticing after a moment that Dworkin, the small, ancient dwarf whom Aaron assumed was Dworkin, was speaking to him. "Corw..." Aaron mumbled, then slowly nodded. Ah yes. Mad.
Aaron rose to his feet, brushing himself off as he did so.
"That picture of the lighthouse?" Aaron considered it a moment, trolling memory for any clues. A picture Dworkin had drawn... a Trump, perhaps? Dworkin was a storied artist of the things, after all.
He shook his head, looking a bit wistful and trying to play the part of a relative he'd never met. "No. No, old friend, I don't have it on me at the moment. From what I understand, that type of thing wouldn't be something I'd want to fool around with at the moment. Wouldn't you agree?"
Aaron looked to Tahira, then Banglen. Fiona and the Unicorn, respectively. Then Luke must be...
"You said... Oberon is here, hmm? Busy fiddling around with something, perhaps?"