Sal quirked an eyebrow up at the younger man (less than half his age, Good Gods...).  "Much shorter and I could have made my living in a traveling circus, Mister Jackson.  And I'm uncertain of what 'threads' you speak of, but I can surmise the metaphor.  I know you have been Chosen, Mister Jackson.  I know a God must have appeared to you by now, perhaps set you in motion to come here, perhaps gave you a Gift or two already?  One of the Gifts I was given was knowledge of the other Chosen Ones, and it has therefore fallen to me to gather everyone together.  I would like to ask you to come with me, right now.  I have paid well for your lodging, and I can offer you, well, much more comfortable surroundings, at any rate.  Would you be willing?"<br/><br/><one way or another, they will eventually be away from prying ears, and that's when Sal will get a bit more detailed><br/><br/>"Mister Jackson... may I call you Conahoy?  I have no doubt that you must be dealing with some strange reactions.  Your new patron God or Goddess has Gifted you with some unique abilities, no doubt.  Thanks to the brief peek I was given at the plots and plans of the Gods in this situation, I have some idea of what we may be preparing for.  It's likely between the two of us, and the others I have and will be contacting, we can discover and master our new abilities in the course of pursuing our ultimate goal.  Has... that goal been shared with you, as yet?"