Time for a Conference Call

[Arrenhe tr'Khev 0]

Time for a Conference Call

Arrain Arrenhe tr'Khev

 

As Arrenhe sat in the conference room with the others, awaiting the window to contact the Talon, he couldn't help but wonder where N'Dak had slipped off to. If he gets himself in trouble, that'd fine; but if it jeopardizes everyone else and the mission... Well, Arrenhe figured he'd probably have to fight for the spot in line to yy'a him. The mystery of whether or na the individual they spotted earlier was tr'Psichore was still to be solved as well; if it was him, he was up to na good, as he wasn't part of their team.

 

At least, they had an opportunity to sit down, for once. Arrenhe was at that state where the fatigue had backed off again, as he hit what would now have to be his fourth wind; he didn't expect to get a fifth, so he silenty begged the Elements to give him a chance to sleep willingly before his body decided to take matters into its own hands. That, of course, would probably depend on what they discovered in their communication with the Talon.

 

He watched his chrono tick down, and finally it was time. With a lot of hope, he sat and waited to see what the mechanical-eyed Khre'Riov would say about what they've found.