Abrogail Thrune laughs. It's high and bitter, it might perhaps, be tinged with a touch of madness, if her Splendour permitted any such thing to enter her voice, which it doesn't.
"Oh, I know what we're meant to think. The same way we were meant to think that Keltham has a means for aggregating lesser diamonds into greater ones. Unless of course that simply is what Keltham was about, in the City of Brass, and he didn't bother to conceal it from us because he thinks there's nothing we can do."
"Things out of the Dark Tapestry cause fear. They cause horror. Even a very prepared mind will still feel that fear, it is said; you must find fighters and wizards with high Wisdom to gather about you and conclude the fight quickly lest they all go mad. Who fights a horror like that for an hour, casting spells of increasing power, when they evidently have the means about themselves to kill it more quickly? Why?"