I look at Harthos who waves to the side and the rocks on the floor shape into a stone table where we sit.
"I would very much like to understand why you brought me here." (I)
"I already told you, I was asked, I'm sure you must have noticed some strange things about the weather on the island." (Harthos)
"Like the clouds on fire or the floating river?" (I)
"I'm told you have a high affinity for nature, so you must have realized more than that." (Harthos)
"This island is almost completely taken over by Temples or Cradles for Fairies and Spirits." (Harthos)
"I'm sure those of you who have contracts with these two races understand what I'm talking about." (Harthos)
"Yes, but this..." (I)
I know this very well, I have two Cradles inside the Dungeon whose gates are in my shadow, so I know about how they can distort the space around them to hide in separate spaces.
"Wait! Maybe the space around the island..." (I)
