Thank you.
A mundane word, yet it instantly made Duncan's breath catch.
He could be certain that word had not been on the paper before, nor had there been any sign of water damage—that had all appeared out of thin air right before his eyes!
He stared intently at the imprints appearing on the paper, as the ethereal green flames slowly began to burn around him. His consciousness swept over the entire ship in an instant, making sure no uninvited "guest" had appeared—but he found nothing.
How had this word come to be? Who was trying to convey this message to him? And why?
Honestly, he felt a tiny bit of empathy for those whom he had frightened, such as Vanna who had leapt to chop in front of the dressing mirror in Dreamscape, and just now, Tyrion and Lucrescia—but it was only a tiny bit, and he wouldn't change his ways next time.
The key was why a word had suddenly emerged on this piece of paper.
