Lezard had to laugh. This whole thing was a spectacle, but he was enjoying himself. Really, he'll take this over the gunslinging whatever-that-was back there. The truth will set you free, it seemed, and that was what she gave. Really, was admitting it so difficult? It was something he knew anyway.

The Shadow disappeared, but not without a parting gift. His cover and his pages jumped, then sagged. Lezard was momentarily lost in space, and jumped again when he was addressed.

"My senses are on overdrive, you could say. Yet I sense nothing of any concern."

Yet a pressure was building, something heavy in the air. It was foreign yet familiar.

"Shall we move on?" He added quickly. He didn't like that feeling.