First, a funny kind of giggle trickled down. Then a lower mumbling sort of sound, followed by a wild burst of laughter from the first voice and various other volumes of silliness. Zepp and his audience all looked up in silence as the voices ebbed and flowed overhead. I should say, they all looked up except for Saint Wire. He was still looking at the young man before him. Zepp quickly realized this and returned his attention to the sage.
“You intend to go there, son? To climb the mysteries and forge your path upward to the heavens?”
“Yes, sir. I would like to, with your permission.”