"As you wish, Mister Ceej.  We are on our way to a nicer inn.  I may have more private quarters come sundown.  The others I have found so far are Mister Vincent, a mage of excellent skill and some renown, and Miss Lucrecia, a warrior of note.  I have found she is a mercenary of reasonable repute, and while she refuses to follow the path we have all been given on her own, I believe my offer to hire her for the duration will be accepted.  I have seen a fraction of the plan, you see, the design in which our various threads are woven together, to borrow your metaphor.  And I have seen the consequences of our failure, or at least what the Gods believe will be the consequences, and I, as a mortal, have little cause to doubt them.  What they haven't told me, maddeningly, is how they expect us to prevail.  And, unless we can all pull together in the same direction, I fear we cannot.  And that..."  He shuddered.  Death, ruin, unimaginable horror, all crammed into his brain like twenty pounds of nightmare in a ten pound dream.  It was probably good that he didn't need to sleep.<br/><br/>"I'm not asking that you lead the group, Mister Ceej.  But you appear to have some idea of what needs to be done, some vague commitment to the plan.  I merely ask that you help me in trying to get everyone traveling the same direction.  Because trust me, there is absolutely nothing balanced about the way things will turn out if we do nothing."<br/><br/>"Ah, here we are, that green door up ahead."