Borrowed Good Sense

Summoneyy finished the first chapter of some grand Forever business and immediately thanked the makers for consulting the loudest travelling performers before unveiling their work. Meho found the sentence alarming, as well she might. Nothing says confidence like requiring a procession of familiar faces to point at the obvious.

They agreed the makers ought to have possessed this revelation without assistance, which is the sort of agreement that produces much nodding and no mercy. Summoneyy posted a picture of a well-dressed man looking offended by the state of creation, and it served admirably.

Meho placed their hopes in Clay Stone. Every troubled enterprise eventually acquires a fellow expected to set it right; poor Clay has apparently been chosen.