<em>In the morning...<br/></em><br/>The sun was rising slowly over Zandir. Birds were still singing, before the noon heat. People were snoring, sleeping through the more-than-likely hangover.<br/>A short, hairy, four-legged creature like the ones Archaeans created long ago for pets, runs through the clearing, sniffing at the stuff left from last night.<br/>There's the sound of a quarrel from the place where the Aamanian prisoner is held. Voices and tempers are raising, and although blows haven't been exchanged yet, it just might happen. Some of the shouting voices seem familiar, including Aevala's soprano... well, at least it sounds like a soprano at the moment.