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+Caprina noticed a disturbance in the air around her, and slowly set her tea back on the table.
+She slowly rose from her armchair, leaning against her walking stick.
+
+A woman stood on a seam between wood and stone flooring, and Caprina could not have said whether she had just arrived or whether she had been there for hours, so natural did she look.
+The woman was either no taller than Caprina, or towered over her, and her dress seemed to be made of the floor and walls itself.
+Caprina didn't know for sure whether she was the Witch, but given how confusing it was to look at her, it seemed a reasonable assumption.
+
+―So, you've finally come.
+
+The Witch said nothing, and stood completely still.
+Caprina gestured to another chair across her own.
+
+―Feel free to sit.
+	I'm assuming you'd like to chat.
+
+The unexpected visitor gave no reply to Caprina's invitation, which seemed rude.
+Caprina turned her back on the Witch, and walked to the window, looking out off the side of the mountain down to the river which ran through the valley below.
+
+―The Emperor carved this temple, or so it's said.
+	After he repented his sins on his ascent to the summit, he climbed back down and decided that this was where he would spend the rest of his life.
+	They say that with a single breath he carved the main hall, and the sound of that breath echoed back from the valley, each echo carving a smaller room in turn.
+
+The Witch looked thoughtful for a moment, before finally moving to open her damn mouth.
+
+―Is that true? the Witch asked.
+
+―Beats me, I wasn't there at the time.
+	Sounds made up, but there are crazier stories about the Emperor that are true.
+	Also, if you don't want to take the chair, this old goat is going to sit herself back down anyway.
+	Rest my bones.
+
+Caprina slowly walked back to her comfy chair, and picked up her comfy tea.
+If she had to engage in a staring match with a taciturn Witch, she'd do so comfortably.
+At her age, it was worth spending her remaining time keeping her bones from aching.
+
+―Witch, I suppose you're here for a reason.
+	You better spit it out before I die of old age and save you the pleasure of killing me.
+
+―Very well, Caprina Zeuit.
+	I want you to formally appoint me your successor and abdicate.
+
+―Oh, and why would I do that?
+
+―Because it would be easier than the alternative.
+
+―That's not a particularly attractive choice, Witch.
+
+―It should be, Caprina.
+	I ask only for the authority of the Temple to be given willingly, rather than taken later by force.
+	It is no burden for me to wait, and we will both be better for avoiding spilling blood here.
+
+―I don't know what you want, or even who you really are.
+	It took a while to work out that a Witch was involved at all, from the signature of your attack.
+	Partaking of the power left over after the division into the three voices.
+	Confusing to sense something new and