Duke Elagabalus felt the weight of that silence pressing against him.
"You know already, Duke Schrodinger," he said.
"You are one of the true leaders of Paradox. If there really is a possible threat of an Early Creature for the Paradoxes, only those like you can handle it."
The beggar's smile deepened, and suddenly the illusion of poverty seemed as thin as morning mist.
Though his clothes remained tattered and his position unchanged beside the muddy road, there was something in his bearing that spoke of terrifying Paradoxical Authority!
Schrodinger!
Oh, Schrodinger!
"Ah," Schrodinger said, "You see, Duke Elagabalus, you have stumbled upon the very heart of what it means to exist within Paradox itself."
He gestured with one hand toward the road where a merchant's cart had just struck a particularly deep pothole, sending muddy water splashing in all directions while the driver cursed with creative eloquence.
