Storms. “Great,” Syl said. “That went well.” “Well?” Kaladin said. “He spouted nonsense at me, refused to listen, then vanished.” “He also didn’t vaporize us or anything,” Syl said, floating a foot or so up into the air, shining softly in the darkness, hair blowing once more as the breeze returned. “And he’s crazy—so, you know, some nonsense is expected. He noticed you and offered you a chance to talk to him again.”
