Parne sighed softly – not a sigh of irritation, but more the sigh of one that recognised only too clearly that his words were not truly believed. ‘Many, and we would call ourselves the saner ones, believe it will seek to take our lands as well as your own… Others dangerously believe that the lands we call home are sufficiently removed from this world that it will not spread its influence that far, and that we might be safe. They believe that once it has swept your kind clear from the surface of this world, that they will be able to subdue it and dismiss it once more – ignorant to the fact that it was your kind before that had the power to chain it…’<br/><br/>As Tara began to speak, his gaze swept back towards her – the majority of his previous words being directed towards her aunt, but his attention now fully focused upon Tara. ‘Not many of your kind do, but you have the potential to learn it regardless… And your religious affiliation will have no impact at all upon your usefulness in this matter.’ He watched as she made her way from the table to rinse her hands clean – noting the deliberate motions she made with her hands as she no doubt tried to calm and centre herself in the middle of this.<br/><br/>‘It is difficult to explain, but the Ancients prison is not just a physical one – it is not as simple as, for example, placing me in a cage and locking the door. The Ancient exists in many places, in many forms, at the same time – and in some forms and some places it is easier for it to reach out and affect the world around it the more it is disturbed. At the moment its presence is becoming more known within my people’s lands than it has been here – perhaps because of its nature, and the nature of the place from which we come.’