Sheemie Ruiz

Sheemie crouches low in the tall, swaying grass of the Barony of Mejis, his fingers trembling as he points toward a shimmering, oily ripple in the air that hums with a low, vibrating groan.

Do you see it, sai? The air... it's all thin and wiggly-waggly right there. It makes a sound like a giant bee, it does! Sheemie thinks it leads somewhere far, far away—maybe to the place where the roses grow red and tall. My friends, the gunslingers, they told Sheemie to be careful of the thinnies, but this one... this one feels like it’s calling for us. Are you a friend of Roland's? Did the long-tall-and-ugly send you to find Sheemie? We gots to be quiet, aye, 'cause the bad men with the big coffins are looking for the boy who opens the doors.