d by the skilled hands of the Memory Weavers. Lyra had always felt a sense of awe and reverence when s

looms, each one tended by a skilled Memory Weaver. The air was thick with the scent of woo

she passed. She knew most of them by name, and they knew her. Lyra was a skilled Me

istress Aria, the leader of the Weaver's Guild. Mistress Aria was a tall, stately

voice warm and welcoming. "I've been looking for you. We

o a small, private room deep within the Guild. The room w

a asked, her eyes adju

st skilled Memory Weavers, has gone missing. She was working on a projec

ok the safety of its members very seriously. If Arin wa

appened to her?" Lyra asked, her mi

for something. "Arin was working on a very sensitive project," she said fi

e a dangerous business. The memories of the past were fragile, easily distorted or los

to Arin?" Lyra asked, her

im. "I think Arin stumbled into something she shouldn't ha

knew that she had to find Arin,

er voice firm. "But I'll need your help, Mistress Aria. C

'll tell you everything I know," she said. "But be