At first, Warsman thought it was in his head; 'org' seemed too nonsensical a word to be anything but something fragmented by his own imagination. But with it came a twitch of movement in the periphery of his vision that set his heart thudding anew, and he rounded on it furiously.

"Who are you? Wh-where did you come from?" He could see a figure illuminated by a nearby cluster of mushrooms, but without any details they remained a threatening shadow.