‘And this... pulling... is what you felt?’ Adren prompted.
‘Yes.’ Thyrn was shaking his head as if reluctant to confirm his own answer. ‘Very strongly. Stronger than I’ve ever felt it with any client — even Vashnar.’
Nordath waved his hands vaguely. ‘But I thought you had to prepare yourself before this could happen — that it was something absolutely in your control.’
‘So it is,’ Thyrn replied, staring into the fire. Shadows danced about his face and he looked much older than his real age. ‘So it has to be. Without control, what would there be? Just madness. A mind helpless — completely exposed — filling with everything around it.’ He shuddered. ‘Like a sewer.’
Few Wardens passed through their careers without having to go down into Arvenshelm’s ancient and labyrinthine sewers in search
