A Question in the Dark

In the sober light of day, Zadok is much more tight-lipped. He sent me away with only the vaguest of grumblings. Later in the evening, I repeated my stratagem of carousing, but with diminishing returns. Filled to the brim, I stepped outside to pass water. Suddenly, a great ogre of a man accosted me in an alley, backing me up against a wall. His breath reeked of the Lost. I thought the brute was about to offer me personal violence. Instead, he whispered, “Have you heard Her music? Have you seen the Emerald Queen?” Before I could do anything but stammer, the giant lumbered off towards the woods, with a giggle that sounded too childish for his titanic frame. -Ichabod Shaw