Thread:Skyebreeze/@comment-5647250-20190202055153/@comment-5647250-20190222002058

Seer: I've sent the boy, Midden Non, to try and get you out. He's hitched a ride on the Universe Express, but I'm not sure where in the mansion the doors will open. When it happens, I'll try to guide you there, just don't get caught in the threads.

Male Weaver: (he nods in a solemn fashion) Right, quite right. That's not at all unreasonable, but such a shame as well. Any article from the silk we weave is bound to astound any who see you wear it.

Female Weaver: A flatcap, a scarf, a jacket, a dress. Anything would be such a wonder to behold.