Kayd halted within the keep’s doors. The commander paused at the opposite end of the courtyard and scowled in Kayd’s direction.

The Calhoun Council wisely allowed Howden and myself to speak to Marston, grand master of the arcane, on their behalf. They would’ve been wiser if I’d spoken alone.

Paliace sat before the hearth attempting to ignore Na’dern as he paced the small confines of the waypoint. Pacing which forced her to remain uncomfortably close to the flames. She could not fault the design of the point for heat retention. She could barely tell the white out conditions continued.

Red heard the quiet pop as Cydric munched on the small fruit and collapsed casually onto the chair. He glanced at Red. “You’re unsure whether or not to trust him,” he said equally casually as he flicked his gaze toward where Aerim had disappeared into the halls.

A crossbeam secured the barrier keeping Trainine in her cell, and when she pressed her forehead against it, the cool metal calmed her headache, at least momentarily.

“Hello, Ms. Willson I’m–” I could practically hear the polite introduction turn into frustration as the doctor cut himself off. “You,” he finished instead dropping his tablet to his side as he looked at me.

Darkel strode down Gerdinthrall’s corridor ignoring the leers cast at him through each cell door’s narrow, slotted opening. Paying them heed did him no good. Darkel had caused the entire plane anxiety. They were annoyances.