Granor did not reply, merely staring fixedly at the "Venerable Lord" Christian, who sat across from him. At the same time, he extended his senses with all his might, successfully breaking through the spatial seal on the carriage. Yet, of the world outside, his senses reported only one thing—a void.
The head of the Tower of Thunderstorm continued, as if speaking to himself. "When the great flood comes, some people have the wisdom to move to higher ground. Others want to tame the river to prevent it from overflowing. Still others believe it's better to dredge and divert the waters than to simply dam them.
"Members of our Brotherhood should act as 'artisans'—surveying the currents, designing and building the 'levees' to guide the water where we wish it to go.
"And yet you, Count Granor, insist on rowing against the current in this great river. You even delude yourself into thinking you can fish for fame and fortune in its raging torrent... Why would you do something so unwise?"
