"Believe me, I wasn't even sure you were alive at first. When your description popped up, attached to your new name, I had some suspicions. After getting the better reports, I had a hell of a time throwing the scent off of you." Fen takes a drink, long and slow, deliberately placing his empty cup back on the table. "But that's all in the past. You want to know about how we got to this point." Fen stands and begins pacing, appearing to be slightly drunk; not quite stumbling, but definitely less careful than normal. "It's all the fault fo the Red Bitch on the Isle. After she returned, we naturally sent out our forces to ensure security, which got us a head start for what happened. Next, we got reports from our spies that things were starting to get really uncomfortable, and that she was looking at us as a likely target. That's when they started to really spread us out, getting things set in motion, securing storage and mustering sites for future use. We started to fully evacuate about a month before the event. The Red Bitch had started a large amount of activity near the damned device, and we were doing everything we could to get all of our people and assets out, as quickly as possible. I was busy doing recon and taking out enemy patrols, fighting a running battle across half the damn East it seemed. Then, we finally got word about what happened. She did it. The damned Red Bitch activated the Defense Grid, and hit us with it." Fen stops for a moment, gripping the back of a chair, obviously emotionally distraught, tears gently sliding down his cheeks. "She finally decided to use the ace up her sleeve, and we got the lucky draw... I fought across half of this side of Creation, just to have the evil slut take away everything I held dear..." Fen seems to shrink in on himself, looking down for a moment.