Time passed. Lotara was still unsure of how she would test the substance taken from Hob’na. She pondered this as she swirled the liquid in its vial. She sighed and placed the vial in one of the drawers of the desk she sat at. This wasn’t important now. Her father was returning.
Krodnok had come back. After the incident at the domed city, he wasn’t pleased. Those wild Gor’abs had served no purpose, but to make a mess out of business that wasn’t theirs. Why they were even there…? Bill was a fool.
He descended the stairs of the Lab to greetings from his followers. He ignored them, for the most part, stopping only to acknowledge the children, living or dead, that ran through the halls playfully. So far, the expansion had gone well.
He located Valurk, and motioned for him to follow. The two of them made their way to Lotara’s workshop. Krodnok didn’t answer Valurk when he asked how it when in Karov, which, Krodnok thought, was answer enough.
They walked into the lab as Lotara closed one of the desk drawers and stood. “Oh. Hello father, Valurk.” She smiled. “What can I-”
“Things in Karov didn’t go well,” Krodnok interrupted. “Wild Gor’abs interjected, and made a mess of the situation. As you can guess, I’m not happy.”
Silence fell in the room for a few moments. “However, there is a thing going on in Karov. A ‘Grand Conclave’, I think it was called.”
“You’re leaving again, already?” Lotara asked.
“No,” Krodnok answered. “Send a representative. Naz’a’ez, probably.”
As Valurk turned to leave the room to do just that, Krodnoks eyes lit up. “No!” he shouted. “Don’t send Naz’a’ez. Send someone else. someone alive. Send Sarhana.” He turned to leave the room himself, but paused at the doorway. “And a small conitngent of warriors to protect her. Make sure they’re alive, as well. Use the Church of One converts.”