Feron felt at a loss, he had been so eager to be among his own kind, however all seemed more experienced, leaving him to dwell on his thoughts while they ran off and did God knows what. Brows would knit together as he trailed along with his Ghost, taking a different path now as they headed for the Speaker. Several Guardians that they passed along the way would smile, or give a passing greeting, which slowly warmed the Hunter up, but still, he did not know them, and they were not his 'friends'. None stopped to chat with him, none offering to show him around. Most likely too busy with their own tasks to try and take a newbie under their wing.

His gaze remained forward as they walked through yet another set of halls, down several more sets of stairs. This place was huge in scale, yet lacked the warmth he would have figured it to have. Pax led on however, not giving the Hunter the time to dwell on too much as he was led up a half spiraled set of stairs, curving up along the side of the room that held a massive structure at its center. Feron would pause to watch it as it spun, hovering at its center was a glowing orb while the piece twisted and turned around it perfectly no matter how off the spins were. It was, very interesting to say in the least, however it was also very confusing. His brows would furrow before he turned to quickly follow up the stairs, his boots tapping each step as he made the climb.

At its top stood a being in white, a black hood covering the back of their head as they stood over their desk, musing to themselves about how there was only silence. Feron stood idle as he waited for the being to finish with what he was working on, and as the other sensed a presence, his back would straighten, and his head would turn toward the Hunter, their white mask gleaming with the dying light of the sun.

"Hello, Hunter." His tone was warm, accent flowing with his words. "I see you have made it home. I hope all have been welcoming to a new face." He would alas turn his body fully, arms folding behind his back, left wrist being clasped in right hand.

A nod would leave the hunter, hazel gaze flickering over the intricate and interesting design of the helmet the Speaker chose to wear. "I've not met many faces, yet, however those that I have stumbled across have been more then welcoming." He would respond, teeth nervously biting at the inside of his cheek.

"Very good, very very good." The Speaker would muse, his head turning slightly to admire the sun as it slipped behind the mountains. "The Traveler has chosen you, along with those like you, to wield the light against the darkness that is growing stronger each day." He would go on, "You will find that you posses powers that you've never before seen, powers of the light that settle within you. Do not be afraid to wield it, for without it, the Darkness would surely win. You should train hard to find your power, preferably with another guardian. Cayde should be able to assist you in finding one, and should he give you trouble.." The Speakers tone dropped, and a small chuckle left his lips. "Remind him of his position."

Feron seemed to chew on the information that was being given to him. Powers of the light? He'd felt no different then before, but he did recall something that Pax had mentioned, or implanted into his brain. He couldn't recall, everything seemed to jumble together. He would frown softly before shrugging, "I've found it easier to work alone, along side my Ghost, but if it is what you wish, Speaker, then so be it." He would respond quietly, watching the Speaker, who seemed amused by the Guardian's words.

"It is what I wish, we don't need you to go off and let the darkness consume you. Never travel alone Guardian." He would dip his head, as if dismissing Feron, before turning back to his work.

"Thank you, Speaker." Feron would respond, dipping his own head in return before slowly turning to trail back down the stairs. Perhaps, he could speak with Cayde about a mentor tomorrow. He wished to see his new ship, and was beginning to feel the lack of sleep catching up to him. As he and Pax made it to the last step, and out of the room, he would turn to the Ghost. "Pax, bring the ship from the Hangar, let's take a breather, and return in the morning."

"Gladly." Pax was obviously ready to do so, as he suddenly zipped off in the direction of the Hangar. Pulling the data that Holliday had given him so that the ship was prepped and brought to the surface, ready to pick up the Hunter when he reached the Tower Watch.

Feron looked utterly exhausted as he moved back through the many halls of the Tower, headed back to where his ship could pick him up. Tired eyes would glance around one final time before his helmet was placed back over his head, concealing his tired appearance. As he approached the Tower Watch, his gaze would travel to the sky, where a small ship would be waiting. Seconds passed and he was within the cockpit, eyes scanning the controls as Pax appeared beside him. "I remember a similar set up, from where you found me." His form shuddered as he remembered the other things that had happened within the old fighter jet, but his hands moved over the controls, a familiar language indicating what he would need to use to elevate, and so on. "So. Where can we take this thing to get some rest?"

"Orbit is preferable, I can keep watch and move the ship as needed while you rest, Feron." Pax would respond, setting the coordinates that would set them into the Earth's orbit. "It should not take long, these ships are a lot more powerful then anything you've witnessed before, but please, take it easy."

Feron nodded, lifting the controls up, and pushing it forward, accelerating quickly, but not too quickly. It was not until a few moments of re-learning the controls did he decide to have a bit of fun. A devilish smirk played across his lips as he rocked the ship from side to side, eventually getting it to roll before straightening it back out. "How I've missed this." He would mutter quietly as the two made their way into the darkening sky.