Ludwig's eyes widened, the absurdity of what he was seeing tightening his throat.
But before even a second passed, the lantern reformed its pieces whirling together, floating briefly in midair before vanishing.
Then, just as casually, it reappeared on the Piper's belt.
"Can't even get rid of this stigma," the Piper sighed, his voice almost melancholy.
Timur's eyes flicked to the strange man, then to Ludwig, unease creasing the edges of his face. His hand drifted near the hilt of his sword, though he didn't draw. He didn't understand what was going on, after all, to him, he couldn't see what the two apostles were speaking of. Nor was he allowed sight of such a tool.
"Sir Davon, what's going on?" he asked, voice taut.
