She waves her hand dismissively. "You probably know about as much as I do. Supposed to be some big thing on one of the planes, I don't even remember which one, he said the name so fast, then, woosh, we're there. Little village, standing around this eighty-foot tall stone man, carved out of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Whole town was creepy; people looked at you funny, were always perfectly polite, but you could tell they're up to something. Then, during the night, they have the nerve to kidnap me, while Erevan was off gallivanting somewhere, because he gets bored when I sleep. And, no, he's already offered to make it so I don't have to... I swear, I nearly went crazy, after a week. I like my sleep, thank you.<br/><br/>Anyway, I get carried off to this cave in the mountain, where there's a whole lot more of them, and they tie me down to this altar, and start chanting some horrible thing. And this big black creature, ten, twelve feet tall, is sitting on a throne in the back, watching it all. Then Erevan shows up, out of nowhere, sneaks right through the crowd in the flimsiest disguise ever, and unties me. Privacy field so we can talk, he starts explaining what's happening, then, mid-sentence, 'Oh, and tell him I'm busy', and you know the rest."