“Wayfinder,” Machef said. “Find the silver thread.” “The silver thread?” Benda repeated to himself. “The blue way leads not through here. Whatever it was the Lagoms fought near this place, the Zalthyrmians lingered and linger not still in this spot either.” […]

Benda continued to pull on this invisible thread, in his parallel world of awareness. And as he did so, he began to feel almost as though he were again a simple fisherman, pulling on a very long line, and knowing that on the other end, he must have caught something very, very big.

Source: The Silver Thread – Quatrian Folkways – Medium