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"I understand that this is all very hard to digest. It can't be easy to hear that you're meant to do great things when you don't even have a name." She sat with her head in her hands, staring at the floor. He spoke softly beside her. "If I hadn't grown up here, knowing all of this, I may not have believed it right off either. But the danger of this evil is real, and we'll need all the help we can get." There was a hint of desperation ringing in his voice. Then he raised his head and took a deep breath. His air of cool returning to him as he stood. "Tell you what. You come with me to meet the seers, and a few of the others, hear what they have to say, and then you decide what you'll do. If you don't want to believe it still, then we'll deposit you back into your life and you can go on as if none of this ever happened.

After some time of chewing it over in her head, Les agreed and followed him down the halls again.

He led her to a grand doorway and stopped outside it. There were no handles on the outside. Just a Pen attached to the door by a silver chain. Grant picked up the pen, and though there was no ink well, he began to write on the door.