Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

In return, she regaled him once more with another tale of a different sort of spirit. His attention honed in carefully, unquestionably interested and curious of the images she spun up from simple words. Her wonderings aloud brought him to another note of intrigue and he too wondered, if such places could house a being like that. If anything, Mordecai imagined that it was probable.

"I'd like to think so. The Plateau is very calm, it seems," though he hardly knew of its own sordid history. He had never heard anything bad about the place, had no bad ties to it from what he could tell. "I wonder though, could those spirits also let in bad things?" Perhaps that had been what had gone wrong with the Spine, perhaps these home spirits that she spoke of were really just the loa or some otherworldly higher power that had dictated how things would go. But even though he balked at the idea briefly, because things also seemed so random.

But who really knew?