What Knot wanted, he thought as he tied the knots on a piece of string, was a Cabal.
So it followed that what he needed were other Awakened who were open to the idea of a Cabal. He couldn't snap his fingers and conjure one up whole-cloth, but he could nudge things a little bit, and let the cards fall where they may.
The string was loosely knotted seven times, and then tied around his wrist. His whispered chant lit golden glyphs on each knot, turning them into tiny karmic hooks that snagged on the subtle patterns of the World, bending chance and happenstance.
It was something that often needed patience. So Knot meandered through the Circle of Creation, knowing that eventually he'd bump into someone or someone would get into contact with him somehow, and it would give him a chance to set something up.
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