“‘Twas night for the Kryptis and all through Nayos,
Not a demon was stirring, not even Deimos!
The ward set up camp with the greatest of care,
In hopes that the wayfinder soon would be there.
We ran straight to the gate, tied up Heitor in knots,
And began to celebrate and count congealed clots!
Then we heard Peitha exclaim, as she strode out of sight,
‘Happy Kryptis to all, and to all a good night!'”