"Oh, nothing very interesting. Much like that book of stories I was reading-- no, patience, for it was stories we mostly spoke of." Bahorel takes another sip of the mushroom stuff and eyes it thoughtfully. It's starting to taste almost sweet.

The next thing to say is perhaps not Lesgle wants to hear. Still,it's something he should know. "It appears that we have, ourselves, been made the material of someone's fictions."