Maybe he is becoming someone different so slowly you don't realize it.
Was that your thought, or mine? What the hell does that even mean?
"Ignore her," Elton says. The flickering lights turn his face red-orange, then blue-green, then back as he strides through the crowd toward you. "The Falcon of Doors died when the Caern fell, but the Stormcat might as well have. She's mad, and she can't help you."
I don't think we should seriously consider the diagnosis of a man who keeps a giant oil painting of his dead wife above the fireplace, Matulo. You will note how his tone holds a mix of scorn and pity, as if I were the mad one here, not him. But we'll talk later. Watch out for Roland.
"Who?" you ask.
"Who what?" Elton says.
The bearded fellow, the one you saw outside in wolf form. Goodbye for now, Matulo.
"Useless creature," Elton says. "Anyway, what are the Cultists planning?"
"I don't know," you say. "Their leader was cagey."
"What the hell are they planning?" Elton mutters.
"We should probably protect Nin. Why would they be here except to hassle her?"
"If the Cult is moving in, they need money and territory. I bet they're going to make trouble at the show, maybe even hurt people."
"I bet they want to know more about the corrupted Caern, too. Maybe they think Nin knows something. Maybe she does!"
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