"You think it, uh, bothers Fairweather?" Nightfall asked.
See? He never could have been the Onyx Advisor.
While he could feel how the Wyrd spark inside of him had slowly fanned to a flame, he was still woefully ignorant of most esoteric things.
Almost subconsciously, he began softly humming "The Music of the Night", the same song he had sung that evening.