"Rage," he said tugging open one of his drawers and letting loose the tiny legion of delicate looking jeweled scales, "does not come from nowhere."

When they had settled along the walls of the corridor, he followed Beleth into the room, one of the scales settled on the tip of his manicured finger and swaying gently, as though it was trying to detect something.

"They are not much more frightening than the people that make them what they are."

There were shades here, half-formed things that flitted in and out of existence. They paid Beleth and the Medicine Seller little mind, and the scales ignored them. Something had drawn them there, clearly. He scoured the room, looking for some clue to where they came from. Nothing to find but moldering crates and furniture.

"They seemed to be heading further in."