‘So what do you think?’ Torben rasped, his voice tired and hoarse from talking for so long.
He drank deeply from a water skin that Antauros passed him and looked at the spot where Egberht was sitting in the boat. He was almost completely hidden in the darkness, save for when the odd strand of moonlight made it through a gap in the clouds above and reflected off the crown of his bald head. They sat in silent expectation for several minutes before the gnome finally stirred, sighing deeply.
‘Well, I’m afraid my initial thoughts were right. What you saw and experienced was indeed real, I’d bet all of the worldly belongings I’ve ever had on that. You are suffering from something known as shadowed mind. It’s a phenomenon that has been reported to appear in people who have had their minds or bo
