The Sentinels eat sugar, stay up late, have a seizure

Unfortunately she was right to think that Sam would be completely convinced now. Then call me a non-believer and doom me to her wrath. She grunted. Believe what you want, you have your gods and I have mine.

She had no time to argue - Visala was tired. Can we find somewhere to sleep now? I'm not waking up until noon.. Her statement was further confirmed by a yawn, mouth opening wide before shutting just as quickly.