Rahvyc stepped forwards, bowing. "Your will, Master." He lifted the chip and turned to leave, catching the gaze of each of the others in turn. He left the audience chamber, moving away from the doorway and stopping in a nearby alcove, waiting the others to catch up to him. He hefted the chip on the palm of his hand, looking at it as if he could draw its secrets without computer aid. He smiled at this thought, and looked for the rest of the group.