Although Spratt was remiss to admit such a thing, he was prone to extreme claustrophobia.
“I now know that, yes, I am powerful. I’m more powerful than my mind can even digest and understand.”
When Spratt came to there was no telling how long he’d been unconscious. Terror overcame him for a moment upon the realization he was wrapped tightly in Nedra’s cloak and being carried like a sack of potatoes. Spratt couldn’t be certain, but the feeling of weightlessness led him to believe Nedra had made her way to the rooftops of Garvin, where she was leaping from one building to the next.