Raezyr awoke from a dead sleep and sat upright in the hotel bed. The four had come to the conclusion that the Revenants apartment complex must be bugged.
He could still hear the voice that woke him, echoing through his mind.
Yes, Master, he tried to send back, although he had no way of knowing whether Eiron could hear him.
He slipped from beneath the covers and threw on his cloak as he was wearing nothing but his underclothes. He pulled up the hood, slipped quietly into the hall and padded down the carpeted corridor in his bare feet to Trychon's door.
He was about to knock when the door suddenly slid back. Trychon stood there in his night clothes, grinning from ear to ear.
"I know," he said before Raezyr could say a word, anticipating the news. "I heard it, too."
"Good," Raezyr smiled, which made for a strange sight. "Go wake Anya. I'll get Tyr and we'll meet back at my room."
When they had gathered, Raezyr flipped on his comm.
"Lord Eiron, we are all here. We eagerly await to serve out your will."
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