Wednesday, June 18th 1924: The Witching Hour
In reply to The Keeper of Secrets (msg # 61):
Clarke rubbed his glasses with a handkerchief and set them down. "So the ocean it is," he said. "All this pointless yammering and hemming and hawing. They need it, we have it and we need to put it somewhere they can't get it."
He stood up, his form looming in the tiny room. "There's a ritual they wish to perform and they are missing a key piece, our piece. And if we sink it far enough, long enough, we'll be dead by the time they find it. After all, if they could track it, they would have. They would have found that damnable thing and murdered us in the process." He snorted. "Tall task, of course it's a tall task. It's what demons want you to do. They want you to think there's only one way to keep them in their cage, and just so happens that it's complicated with nineteen steps and five enchantments. When in reality, the demon has limits and all you have to do is leave them in their shackles."
"Tall task," he mumbled again.