Those of us who know about it—a man named Iorveth, and a young mage named Sabriel, amongst others—have been looking into this quietly, because we really don't want to cause a panic. Not least because apparently it's dangerous to so much as speak the name of the threat out loud anywhere except in the Palace. [Dorian's Turtle Who Lived crack crosses her mind and she almost has to physically push it away, to keep from snickering. Gallows humour and inappropriate facetiousness has always been her weakness in times of stress.]
Anyway, this threat—it's a powerful, shapeshifting entity that can't be killed, is older than Tu Vishan, and is generally every kind of bad news of which you can conceive—and we're the cannon fodder.
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Those of us who know about it—a man named Iorveth, and a young mage named Sabriel, amongst others—have been looking into this quietly, because we really don't want to cause a panic. Not least because apparently it's dangerous to so much as speak the name of the threat out loud anywhere except in the Palace. [Dorian's Turtle Who Lived crack crosses her mind and she almost has to physically push it away, to keep from snickering. Gallows humour and inappropriate facetiousness has always been her weakness in times of stress.]
Anyway, this threat—it's a powerful, shapeshifting entity that can't be killed, is older than Tu Vishan, and is generally every kind of bad news of which you can conceive—and we're the cannon fodder.