More than sinister it was. Beyond left, beyond curved, all the
way to downright puckish, roguesh, dastardly, and even mildly
unkind!

What was it? To what evil do I refer so obliquely, so
indirectly, so vaguely even, piddling along without coming to
a point?

The name form of tell magic, sometimes called nametells.

Some facinorous, flagitious foes of freedom found that they
could use nametells to determine another's presence in the
realms. Or absence.

This horror has been stopped. You may all let out the breath
you were undoubtedly holding as you read these words in shock.

A momentary side-effect of stopping the horror was that, for
a brief time only, abbreviated nametells also were not working.
I know. I know. It was a small price to pay, you are all
clamouring to shout, to cry out in support! Yet you bravely
paid the price for a time, and now that time is over.

The Weave is again stabilised in this locale. Warp and Weft are
Well.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Mayan, in the year 408 AF.