However much he dismissed Remos earlier, Aeggr also wondered what had become of that little skeleton that had dared to enter the Labyrinth of the Yoke a while back. A mix of fortune and misfortune had tendrils over that thing for sure. In truth, that was true for everyone who had ever wandered into the Labyrinth and 'happened' upon the Hall of Fulgardt.
'I wished that was allowed for us to see as well,' Aeggr thought, frowning at the wine stains he'd spilled on his baggy shirt. His expression softened a moment later, and he went for another sip of the wine in his goblet. 'You're rather spiteful, Fulgardt.'
Not even Remos could explain why it happened – the sudden disappearance of the 'screen.'
