"Gods," Jake said.
"They must have put this place here. They put something in the deepest part of it and built the rest around it and whatever they used to build it with—you and your men were part of that material."
The general received this without visible surprise, which said he'd reached the same conclusion through whatever thinking the years inside the fortress had permitted him to do.
"I've seen others like you," he said.
"People who came through this place carrying something different from the soldiers and the creatures the dungeon sends against intruders. People from somewhere else, wearing this world but not entirely of it."
He looked at Jake with the focused attention of someone who had learned to read people across a very long time.
