"Consider a great crystal ball in that shape of the full moon that is competent with the power of presenting the vision of a scenario before the watching eyes.
Now imagine if such crystal does fall and break into manifold pieces and each soul that was in the situation portrayed doth receive a single shard each.
That is their meagre and narrow perception of the incident portrayed and accordingly do they act: they either piece their fragment with the other, or stab those they reckon the scoundrel, under the influence of imbalanced judgement and lack of the grand view of affairs."
~
Eldritch Streets of the Town of Hazenvale,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
As Jaycob cautiously approached the house, his foreboding seemed to take the shape of a threat.
He held his hand out to hinder Lady Minerva, who was following close behind him, and whispered over his shoulder, "The door seems to have been forced open."
