Flaurn Ziegler pondered how once aelectrical lights would have chased back the darkness instead of crude lightning. The records were not clear on what those lights were like or why they didn't generate the frightful roar more recent attempts at aelectricity had come with. The chroniclers must have simply assumed any reader would know, which spoke to the great commonality of the fixtures. How, then, had they vanished so completely?
It did point to the notion that something about the world changed, but the idea of natural laws just arbitrarily changing made no sense. They could be changed, yes, but to just change themselves? But if they had been changed, who had done so and when? Surely something of that magnitude would have been a tremendous working. Something the Half-God might have done, but the Empire had aelectricity after his fall. So it could not be him. What else, then?
Something or someone hidden, of course. But now he was inventing instead of explaining. Absent evidence he should-
Flaurn jostled into Rorrath, entirely lost in thought, and pulled his staff back as he stepped away so he didn't accidentally strike the man.
"Forgive me, I was lost in thought and not paying sufficient attention to my surroundings."
