Nailah never wanted to move so badly before. She wanted to go after the Talons and wring Zar's miserable neck. She wanted to shoot the Stormtroopers that were mere feet away from them. But most of all, she wanted to get out of her current predicament…but that wasn't possible right now.

A white armored foot plunged into the water a few feet away from her. If the trooper shone the light on his rifle down to the right, she'd be one dead Twi'lek. But thankfully, he kept squelching along. "We have to move soon," whispered Kashvi's voice through the mask's comm. "I can't keep this up much longer, who knows what kind of parasites we've picked up already—"

"We will," Nailah assured her. "Wait until they get near the center."

Their speeders had been wrecked thanks to the Imps, so they had been forced to flee on foot, and try and lose them in a marsh. Thankfully, due to their time on Yuca, Nailah had concocted several strategies on how not only to evade the Imps out in the jungle, but also how to use the environment against their enemies. Hiding underwater in a marsh filled with who knew what wasn't one of her favorites, but it was better than getting shot.

As the troopers' legs began to move away, Nailah decided it was worth the risk, and moved from her hiding spot in some tree roots stretching into the water. She barely cleared the surface of the water, and saw the troopers regrouping on a small island in the center of the marsh, doing their best to ward off the insects that buzzed around the marsh. "Commander," one of the Stormtroopers said to the Death Trooper in charge. "See if Lieutenant Dromus can send some of his droids to our position. The Rebels are eluding us, but my troops tell me there's no sign that they fled past this swamp."

The Death Trooper nodded and spoke in that strange mechanical voice, probably sending the request to their superiors. "It's now or never!" hissed Nailah.

A second later, a Yucari hidden in the treetops did his part. He yanked a line that he had carefully lowered and attached to the Ahmuzen hive on a tree near the island, and like a pendulum, it swung forward. Just as the troopers noticed it flying at them, the Yucari let go, and the hive burst like an overripe fruit. Angry buzzing filled the air like a sentient lightning storm as the Ahmuzen insects launched themselves at the Imps. The troopers shot in all directions, but it was no use, there were simply too many of them. The vicious orange insects swarmed around the troops, jabbing their stingers into any opening they could, often along or under the helmet. The shrieks were horrible; at first it was shrill and high, and then deep and thick, as their tongues inflated due to the poison.

The Death Trooper was the lucky one. He dove into the water and stayed under. The insects left him alone as they quickly finished their work, and then buzzed off in search of material for a new hive. Before Nailah could even sigh in relief, the Death Trooper suddenly lunged, and then stood up, his hand around Kashvi's throat. "Come on out, Rebels!" he roared. "Or I'll do to this Togruta what you did to my squad—!"

Nailah burst out of the water and charged at him with a vibroknife. She wished her blaster hadn't been clogged with mud, but she didn't have any other options. As soon as she got close, the Death Trooper swung Kashvi at Nailah, smacking her into the long grass. Before she could get up, the Death Trooper's free hand grabbed her by the throat, and hoisted her up. "Pathetic!" the Imp shouted. "If the rest of you don't come out now, I'll snap this tailhead's pretty head off—!"

Kashvi was choking for air, but she tossed her own vibroknife to Nailah. She caught and stabbed it in the Death Trooper's eye. He collapsed like a sack of meilooruns, dropping them too, and Nailah and Kashvi immediately began taking deep breaths of air.

The other Rebels appeared, either slowly wrenching themselves from the muck, or climbing down from the trees. As Nailah helped Kashvi to her feet, a Yucari rushed towards her, a comm in his hands. "Captain!" he said excitedly. "Just got a call! You'll want to hear this!"

Nailah accepted the comm, and said in a rough voice, "This is Captain Dvaita."

"Captain Dvaita?" asked a familiar and welcome voice. "Is that really you? What's wrong with your voice?"

"Luke!" shouted Nailah and Kashvi at once, and the other Rebels huddled around them to listen in.

"Ok, now that sounds more like you. And is that Kashvi too? Glad to hear your voices."

As Kashvi coughed taking in more air, and wiped tears of joy from her eyes, Nailah wrapped around her, and gave her a warm smile. "Yeah, I'm here," replied Kashvi, her voice stronger now. "And we're glad to hear you too, Luke. Where are you? Are you safe?"

"Yes," said Luke slowly. Nailah felt her smile shrink a few teeth. Something about Luke's voice gave her a bad feeling. "It's…complicated."

"The Imps aren't on your tail are they?" asked Nailah. "If so, don't worry, just send us your coordinates—"

"Nailah," interrupted a familiar loathsome voice, one that instantly boiled her blood. "Consider me surprised. No fake stories to tell our young hero? No glorified Rebel propaganda?"

Nailah actually felt her teeth bared as she growled, "Why…the…hell…are…you…with…him?"

She could see him shrug in her mind's eye. "What can I say, Captain Dvaita? Lady Luck must be shining on me and my team tonight."

"Luke, do us all a favor, and chop that cretin into a pile of Blurrg—!"

Luke sighed and Nailah felt her insides drop. "Unfortunately," he began, "I made a deal with Zar and his team. They know how to reach what the Emperor is after. I help them, we ruin the Empire's operation on Yuca."

"Commander Skywalker," interrupted Kashvi, an unusually angry look on her face, "how can you trust them? They deserted us just now!"

"Listen to Kashvi!" said Nailah. "They've betrayed and backstabbed us ever since they arrived at Yuca—!"

"Did you tell them that you were all villagers who needed help?" asked Luke.

Nailah felt her voice desert her. "Look," Luke went on, "don't worry, I don't trust them that much. But I do believe that they want to see the Empire fail here as much as we do. If you can, head back to base, don't worry about me. I'll call you again if we need you. Nailah, Kashvi, the rest of you, may the Force be with you."

The comm went silent. Nailah gripped it as if it were Zar's neck, but gave the Yucari the comm back, and said, "You heard the Commander. We're heading back to base, but we'll have the speeders primed and ready if those idiots try and backstab Luke."

"Such a charming tailhead, isn't she?" Bariq asked Luke, as the Rebel handed him back his comm.

Luke frowned. "Never heard her sound that angry before. What did you guys do?"

Zar lifted a finger for each deed. "Dendro almost blew her up," he said casually, as if reciting a supply list. "Ru scared the hell out of her. Bariq shot her out of our ship in an escape pod. I stunned her at the Lazy Rancor restaurant. Ru gave her a hard time on that site mission. And we bailed on them a little while ago."

The Rebel stared at him as they climbed the hill. Bariq resisted the urge to laugh; the kid looked ridiculous with his haircut and orange flightsuit. "Yeah, remind me to never introduce you to Han or Chewie."

"Han Solo and Chewbacca?" asked Dendro, recognition in his eyes. "We know them. But…kind of too late for that…at least, I think. How do you know them?"

"They're with us," Luke replied. "Have been ever since they helped us take out the Death Star."

They came upon a stone stairway, possibly part of a building or some other structure, but the rest of it had long since fallen away. R2 bleeped irritably and wheeled along on the outside of it, but cheered up when SN joined him, and they chatted away in Binary. "Seriously?" demanded Bariq, as he hopped along the steps. "Chewie, I can understand, he always did hate the Empire. But Han's the last person I'd expect to join the cause, he's more interested in settling his latest debt. What happened?"

"I suspect Leia happened."

"Ah, a woman," chuckled Tor. "That sounds like Han. He got into plenty of trouble over many a woman during the jobs we pulled together. Who is this mysterious Leia?"

"Well," Luke began, "she's a princess—"

Zar tsked. "Better try and stop him soon, he'll bankrupt her family if they ever get married."

Luke looked away. "Not likely. She's from Alderaan…or was."

The Talons all stopped dead in their tracks. Zar didn't even look back. "I…I'm sorry," he eventually said. "I didn't know."

Luke gave an understanding smile and patted him on the shoulder. "It's alright, don't worry about it Zar."

Zar tapped his fingers on the stone railing, and hesitantly asked, "Did she lose her family too?"

"I'm afraid so. Her father, Bail Organa—"

Zar drew a sharp breath and Bariq and the others looked away uncomfortably. "What's wrong?" asked Luke, looking completely lost.

Bariq shuffled, before slowly answering, "We met him once…it…didn't go well."

"What happened?"

Zar didn't answer. Bariq knew he couldn't, not unless this kid really proved himself to them. Instead, he kept walking up the stairs. "I guess it's my turn to apologize," Luke said to Bariq awkwardly.

"No need," Ru told him. "Just…it's a long, complicated story."

Luke nodded and they kept walking. "So where are you from anyway?" Bariq asked, desperate to change the subject.

"Unless you were born somewhere else, I guess the same planet as you."

Bariq eyed him with new camaraderie. "A fellow resident of Tatooine?!"

"Yeah. But to be honest, I always wanted to get my own ship, and fly out of there."

They were nearing the top of the stairs. "Funny you say that," Bariq admitted, old nostalgic memories coming back to him. "I wanted to fly and explore the galaxy too."

"I have a feeling," Luke commented drily, "that it didn't turn out quite the way we expected it to happen, huh?"

This time painful memories resurfaced. "Absolutely," he muttered.

Before Luke could prod further, they reached the top, and they all gasped.

Before them was an immense valley shrouded in mist, with temples popping up among the trees like miniature mountains, with the bigger actual mountains looming over them at the opposite end of the valley. Alongside them, the ruins of a massive and ancient city were dotted here and there, and they were all covered with trees, plants, and vines, as if the jungle was determined to drag everything down into the earth. And on a cliff overlooking the valley not far from them, stood a smaller but still decent sized stone fort, with a tower that looked like it could crumble at any moment. The sun began to creep over the horizon, tinging the sky with a blend of dark blue, pink, orange, and yellow.

"Well," whistled Dendro, "you don't see many sights like this. How come the Imps haven't ripped this place apart already?"

"Because," Zar replied slowly, "according to Kebro, this is a breeding ground for some of the most deadly animals on the planet."

The Besalisk didn't look impressed. "How deadly?"

"They hunt and eat Yucabras, deadly."

Now the Besalisk looked impressed and worried. "I see…lead the way, Bariq."

"Wait," Zar told him, and gestured at Bariq.

Bariq nodded and took out a scanner. As he waved it across their surroundings, the other Talons followed suit, as did Luke once he realized what they were doing, and they looked around. After a few moments though, the scan came back negative, and he told them, "Scan came up negative."

Zar made the gesture to move, and they followed him to the fort. What once must have the gate was laid out on the ground, rusting away over the years, massive dents still visible in it. As they walked over it, they saw that statues had been set up in the courtyard. Some looked like the Yucari, but others had either eroded too much, or looked like they had been intentionally torn apart, leaving their identities a mystery. Here and there were a few fountains and gardens, but they too had been overwhelmed by the jungles' various plants and vines. And at the center of it all, was the tower, and now that they were closer, they could see many open stone archways had been carved into them to serve as windows. As the wind blew across them, the tower groaned like a being that had lived too many centuries, and was getting ready to collapse at last.

"So what's the plan?" asked SN. "I'm not going to look for the treasure in that thing, I'm surprised that a light breeze hasn't knocked it over yet."

"Treasure's not inside it," Bariq informed him, and drew out the fangs again. "The tower will instead be our guide to the treasure."

Before SN could complain again, Bariq slowly but resignedly walked up the steps to the tower entrance, Zar right behind him. Before they went through, Zar ordered, "Talons, stay out here and keep watch. Luke, you come with us. Can your droid help the others?"

Luke nodded and spoke some hushed words to R2. The droid gave an energetic set of beeps and wheeled over to SN, his antenna popping up to scan for any Imps or other foes. Luke joined them and they walked into the tower.

The inside was ancient; various runes and designs had been carved everywhere, but many of them had fallen in their battle with time, and had faded into unreadable scribbles. Dust, moss, and muck covered everything. The only thing that seemed to have survived were the windows, the metal symbols carved into the arch above them, and the various stairways.

Bariq gave Zar and Luke a fang and kept the other two to himself. "According to Kebro," Bariq told Luke, "the fangs say that the windows will help show us where to put the fangs."

The Rebel's blue eyes swept across the tower. "Yeah, that sounds like it'll take a while."

"Not if we know what to look for," said Zar. "See the symbol on the bottom of the fang?"

Luke looked at it and his eyes widened with realization. "I get it! We find a window with the same symbol, we find out where to go next."

Zar shuffled uncomfortably. Bariq and Luke eyed him curiously, but before they could pry further, he said, "Correct. Let's get moving, no way of knowing when the Imps could catch up."

He walked up the nearest set of stairs. Bariq wisely decided to let it drop and took a different one. "Any idea what that was about?" whispered Luke, as he followed Bariq like a second shadow.

Bariq glanced at him. "You're like my clan when they're trying to decide whether or not to buy the latest deal at Mos Eisley. Always asking questions."

Luke grimaced. "Now you sound like Han, I get that a lot from him. Back to Zar?"

"No clue, now I suggest we get back to—"

Bariq stopped dead in his tracks on the first landing. His eyes darted from his first fang to the window on the landing to their right. He rushed up the stairs with Luke easily keeping up with him. Not for the first time, Bariq cursed his short stature. But as he reached the window, his frustration vanished. The symbol on the fang, an outline of an Ahmuzen insect, matched the one on the archway, and perfectly centered in the window was a view of a solitary temple below them.

"That's where this fang goes," Bariq hooted, and he pocketed the fang. "One down, three to go. Come on kid, riches await us!"

In his personal office aboard the Revenant, Locus leaned back in his hover chair, his fingers steepled, as he looked at the display on the screen. Zaram Atoll, Bariq, and Luke Skywalker had entered the tower, while the rest of the Talons and the astromech kept watch outside. Locus didn't dare try and feel successful, not yet. Lord Vader's warning kept echoing in his head and he was determined not to make any mistakes.

The office door slid open and Brogan walked in alongside another Imperial. "Brogan, Dromus," he greeted. "Everything is proceeding well…for now. We must make our next few moves carefully. Very. Carefully. I'd rather not aggravate Vader any further, I like my head where it is."

Both subordinates nodded stiffly. Brogan kept his eyes straight ahead, but Dromus's gaze had shifted around the office. Locus felt uncomfortable around Dromus. Like Locus himself, Dromus had several cybernetic parts, including both eyes, arms, and legs. But unlike Locus, Dromus had sacrificed his own body parts willingly, and from what Locus heard, eagerly, for the…upgrades. It was almost like he wanted to give up his humanity to become a machine.

"Of course, Moff Locus," said Dromus in a soft, curious tone. "But if I may, sir…I must say, you've built up quite a collection here."

Normally, Locus would have boasted about his collection to anyone else who said that, but with Dromus, he merely nodded. Still, he spared a glance at the many items in their various cases. One of his old Republic military uniforms. A few sets of different Clone Trooper armor. Several Republic propaganda posters. Locus spared a glance at the picture on his desk. It showed what he was before Umbara ruined his body. Muscular and in shape. Black haired. Eager blue eyes. And around him were not only his old Clone battalion, including Anvil, but also his wife, Tena, in the early stages of her pregnancy. Longing, anger, and loss stabbed him in the heart, as he briefly took in her lovely long brown hair, matching brown skin and eyes, and gentle proud smile. He casually shifted it to ensure Dromus couldn't put his soulless eyes on it.

"Yes," said Locus out loud. "I feel like it helps. If you forget the past, then you forfeit the future. You must remember it, and more importantly, learn from it, in order to forge a better tomorrow for the galaxy."

"Not that I disagree," Brogan interrupted hesitantly, "but time is short, and while these bounty hunters are important, we still have the other Rebels to worry about."

Locus eyed him for a moment. He still wasn't sure what to make of the red haired lieutenant. He was too ambitious for Locus's liking, and from what he had heard, accidents followed him like a hungry Karkarodon. But he had to admit, Brogan wasn't quite incompetent either. "Of course, Lieutenant Brogan," he replied. "Which is another reason why I brought the pair of you here. Lieutenant Dromus, are the battle droids ready?"

"They are," Dromus confirmed, his bright green prosthetic eyes widening. "Including the prototypes. Should the Rebels set out to aid the Talons and Skywalker, we will be ready."

"Very good," said Locus, and gestured him to leave. Dromus saluted and walked out. As the door slid shut behind him, Locus told Brogan, "As for you, you will join Lieutenant Anax, they're already en route to the valley. But remember, the valley is filled with Yucari's most dangerous predators, don't lower your guard for an instant, unless you want to end up in the stomach of some foul animal. And more importantly. Do. Not. Engage. The Talons. Not unless there is absolutely no other choice. They're practically handing us the Emperor's prize; it wouldn't do us any good if we disrupt their hard work. And…"

He trailed off as he remembered the words of the Emperor. "We can not disturb the city. There are things far worse slumbering there than the horrors that Yuca has already offered us."

Brogan saluted well enough, but his face was pale, and there was a noticeable tremble in his walk, as he left Locus alone with his thoughts.

"Call me crazy," Luke frowned, "but I'm starting to think this planet really doesn't like us."

"We often have that impression on people," sighed Zar. "It was only a matter of time before it spread to planets too."

They had found the other windows and the temples easily enough. But at the final window, where the outline of a Yucabra glared down at them…there was nothing but jungle. "On the bright side," Bariq noted, "at least we know the general area of where we need to look."

"On the downside," said Zar sourly, "the animals get a better chance of eating us as we blunder around trying to find the temple…if any of it is still standing. My parents—"

He broke off again, shook his head, and walked down the stairs. Luke shared a glance with Bariq, who shook his head, but Luke's curiosity got the better of him. He caught up with Zar, and asked, "What were you about to say about your parents?"

The Mandalorian stopped and stared at him. It felt like the eyes behind that blank visor were searing holes into him, but Luke stood his ground, and stared resolutely back. If he wanted to be a Jedi, he couldn't be intimidated by bounty hunters. After a few more moments, Zar tilted his head, and said, "You are one stubborn flyboy. How has Han put up with you?"

"I think Leia helps. Han gets into so many arguments with her that he forgets he's annoyed with me."

Zar gave a reluctant half chuckle half sigh as he looked off into the distance. "My parents were archaeologists. Mom told me she always wanted to be one ever since she was a kid. Dad also wanted to be one, even when he was with Noctu—"

"Who?" asked Luke, feeling completely lost.

"Noctu Magel. He's the leader of a group of Mandalorian warriors my dad was apart of, until he met my mother. He hung up his armor soon after, married her, and they began to explore the galaxy. They would have relished the challenge here."

Luke nodded slowly. "Let me guess. They got in the way of the Empire? If so, I know exactly what that's like."

Zar looked at him again. There was a long pause, but eventually, he replied, "Yes. They did. What happened to your parents?"

For a moment, Luke wasn't on Yuca. He was back on Tatooine, looking upon the burning remains of his home, Uncle Owen, and Aunt Beru. Then he was at the Death Star, where Vader not only killed Ben Kenobi, but his old friend Biggs Darklighter. And throughout it all, Ben's words about Vader and his father rang through his head. Slowly, he dragged himself back to reality. "I was raised by my aunt and uncle," he told Zar. "The Empire killed them just because they were after the info R2 had. I never knew my parents. But the Jedi who trained me, Ben Kenobi…or, as others called him, Obi-Wan Kenobi—"

"Obi-Wan?" asked Zar sharply, and Luke gave a start. Zar held up his hands apologetically. "Sorry. But Obi-Wan Kenobi…Luke, I know I've heard that name before I came to Yuca. Thought it sounded familiar when Kashvi mentioned a General Kenobi before, where she tried stirring up the usual Rebel spirit supposedly in all of us—no offense—"

A cluster of mixed feelings swirled around in him. "Kashvi's a friend of mine," he sighed. "She's got a good heart, and means well, but sometimes I think she tries too hard. I…I haven't even told her that I lost my best friend, or my father to Vader too."

Zar looked away for a moment. There was a slight cough and Luke looked for the source of it. Bariq shuffled awkwardly, then put a hand on Luke's elbow, the highest part of him the Jawa could reach. "I'm sorry for your loss," said Bariq. "Plenty of us have lost friends and family to Vader."

Luke nodded sympathetically. "But if you never knew your parents," said Zar, his visor looking at Luke again, "how do you know Vader killed your father?"

"Master Kenobi told me, before we left Tatooine. Vader and my father were students of his, but Vader betrayed and murdered my father, just like he murdered the other Jedi."

Zar stared at him a moment longer before he continued down the stairs. "Killing a Jedi sounds like Vader alright," he said. "I've seen his work firsthand."

Luke was about to pry further, but Bariq gripped his arm firmly this time, and shook his head vehemently. Despite his curiosity being stronger than ever, Luke nodded. Best not to push his luck.

They walked outside, where Zar was talking to the other Talons. The sun was higher now, but dark clouds were beginning to gather. "So, unfortunately," said Zar, as Luke and Bariq joined him, "that's simply how it is. Any volunteers?"

Dendro stepped forward. "I'll do it. My cannons should ward off most of the creatures here."

Zar clapped him on the shoulder. "Good Besalisk. Bariq, your turn to take center stage."

The Jawa nodded, handed Dendro, Tor, and Ru a fang each, while keeping the last for himself, and he explained what to do with them. "While you guys search the valley," Zar went on, "Luke, R2, SN, and I will keep watch up here. Any signs of Imperials or any other trouble, let us know at once. Alright boys, let's get rich!"

They all grinned back at him, and then walked towards the ruin gate. Zar walked up another set of stairs leading to the battlement on the wall overlooking the valley. He flipped down his antenna and began scanning around. Luke stared at him for a few moments as he thought about whether or not to do it. Finally, he decided.

"R2," he told the astromech, "I'll be right back. Stay with SN."

As he walked off, he heard SN snidely say, "I know that look, five credits says he's going to try recruiting Zar."

Luke ignored the droid once more as he walked up to Zar. "You know," he began, "you've done a good job getting your crew this far—"

"No," interrupted Zar.

Luke blinked. "You didn't let me finish."

"And I don't need to. I know what you're going to say. It's either going to be about trying to get us to 'join the cause,' or hiring us for one more job that's the first of many suicide missions. So my answer is no."

"You sound like Han," Luke noted, as he remembered what Han was like when they first met. "He was point blank against joining us too."

Zar glanced at him. "Yeah, well he has a woman to chase after. Whereas I—"

He broke off abruptly, and then turned away. Luke hesitated, but tried again. "What's wrong? What made you so jaded towards the Alliance?"

For a while, there was nothing but the chatter of animals, and the rustling of the jungle foliage. Something plipped on Luke's forehead, and then not long after, rain started to lightly fall on the jungle as the clouds stretched across the valley, blocking out the sun. Zar sighed, lifted his antenna back up, and took off his helmet.

Luke restrained a gasp, but it was close. Zar's face looked like it was carved out of weathered wood; while he wasn't ugly, he had some scars here and there. His skin was a ruddy color, his hair and cropped beard were a brown-blonde, and his right grey eye was currently so narrow and sharp, it almost looked like someone had cut a line in his head.

But what instantly drew Luke's attention was the metal prosthetic strip over the left eye, giving one the impression that Zar's skull was showing, and in it was a mechanical bright green eye. Luke could also barely see the edge of a scar coming out from beneath it.

"This," said Zar flatly, as he pointed at the eye, "is actually the least of my problems. I got lucky; still have the normal eye underneath, but until I can finish paying for the last surgeries, I have to wear this. Some of the other parts…not so much. My right arm and left leg? Mechanical. Just a few of several souvenirs thanks to the Rebels."

Luke mentally braced himself, knowing this could earn a fist to the face. "I know several people who have gone through the same thing, but they're still fighting."

Zar nodded. "Maybe. But I could have avoided these altogether if it wasn't for Saw Gerrera."

"Saw?" Luke repeated blankly. "Did he do this to you?"

"No," grunted Zar. "But he talked up a big show, promised us we could potentially take out the Emperor during one of his trips to Mon Cala…too bad he left out Vader."

Luke took a sharp breath. This explained a lot. "That's how I lost the arm," Zar went on. "And nearly lost my eye. It was the procedures they performed afterwards that cost me my leg. If Saw had bothered to let us know that Darth Vader was on guard duty, we could have made a better plan, or at least know it wasn't time yet…but no. And before you say things could be better with the other Rebels, tell that to the others my team served under. We had so many close calls, we were thrown into the meat grinder so many times…sorry Luke. I don't think my team and I are going to be signing up with the Rebel Alliance anytime soon."

With a sigh, Zar put his helmet back on, and looked back at the jungle. Luke was getting soaked by the drizzle, but he had one more thing to say. "Believe me," he said, "the Alliance isn't perfect. I've had my fair share of disagreements and problems with them. But for what it's worth, there are good people there. Leia, Mon Mothma, and Ackbar to name a few. And it may not be worth much truth be told," Luke added with an ironic smile, "but I'm there too. Still just a commander, but I might get a higher position sooner or later. If you ever change your mind, know that I'll be there for you. And I'll do my best to not let anything like that happen to you and your team. I promise."

The Mandalorian didn't answer or even move. Luke walked down the stairs to take a break in the tower, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zar's helmet shift towards him slightly, and he began to drum his fingers on the parapet.