Oh Ancient of Days, say the minions of Mr. Ancient of Days... oh tell us, how to convert yards to meters? They're having some trouble getting exact measurements of how high they are off the  sol , how wide the White Sands are, all needed for volumetric calculation of their boss'  sphère  of influence. Actually, this question never got past their throat, they didn't have the nerve to ask, instead they go around grabbing up loose wandering talent like this  Jacob  here, offering drugged coffee and afterwards asking all the questions they need to (and at the end of the sessions, a few trick questions as well, meant to mystify the kidnappee upon wakening, and dull his or her sense of the general direction of questioning during the session... silly questions like "when you say pie do you mean pi? Slice of pi? What? ANSWER ME!"...     Le désert est devenu le passé. Les morts ont traversé les sables pour m'atteindre...