My decision to run off and find the Ogdoad right at that moment met with tiny resistance. Namely, in the form of three small monsters who entered my private space after a short request to do so, apologetic in their low bows. The triplet healer boys with their pale skin and pink eyes, their thin hair transparent white wavering as though static electric controls moved each strand independently, halted just inside the entry, bare feet deep in the thick carpet, little hands holding each ...