"Shall we continue, High Councilor?" The king said with a hand gesturing to get things rolling.
The High Councilor lifted a piece of parchment from his desk and glanced over it. He frowned then turned to the councilors and scanned the members for a brief moment before his eyes settled not far from where Jarvan sat. "Captain Crownguard, perhaps you would like to brief the Council on any new developments with the investigation regarding the DDS Excursion?"
"Of course, councilor." Garen said, standing up. He gestured for his lieutenant to follow before stepping behind Jarvan and then proceeding down to the center of the council chambers.
"Thank you for this chance, esteemed council members." Garen said, bowing gracefully. "As many of you know, I, Garen Crownguard, was chosen to lead the Demacian investigation of the loss of the DDS Excursion and all of her hands. The DDS Excursion is a Cargo Sloop who was reported lost at sea in July of year 20, CLE. Bound to the the Freljord Ports of the Avarosan Tribes to open the way for Lt. Col. Spiritmight's political venture she supposedly capsized in the rough seas. While we were able to determine that the ship was lost amid the Conqueror's sea, we have had trouble determining why or where the ship disappeared."
"Captain, I was led to believe that the ship was lost due to a freak summer storm." Councilor Brightstorm said aloud, a frown beneath his long blonde hair that fell neatly around his face. "And yet you say it was 'supposedly' lost to the storm. Could you please explain what you mean?"
"Of course, councilor. Our investigations have recently turned up further information that has led us to believe that the attack was the result of piracy, not a freak storm." Garen said sternly. "While there was indeed a heavy storm at the time, with the help of my Institute colleague, we've determined it was not nearly as bad as we were first led to believe."
"What, dare I ask, led to these conclusions? What proof do you have of this information?" Councilor Spiritmight said, his son, the Lt. Col., sitting back as if he had just whispered something to his father. Garen scowled as the Lt. Colonel sat back with a smug smile. "If you have something to show us to convince us..." Garen began to open his mouth to protest when the very blonde, gold armor wearing woman stepped forth to stand amid the lowest row of seats along the council chambers. The quivering of her wings immediately drew the attention of the entire council.
"While your accusations may come with malcontent, Councilor, I did not come before this council to make pleasantries." She bowed her head gracefully as her giant, cream colored wings quivered irritably behind her. "At the request of Demacia, as a member of the Institute of War, I was dispatched to offer all of my knowledge and wisdom to help get to the bottom of this most grievous of incidents. Greetings, council members, I am Kayle the Judicator." Silence followed as the angelic being was greeted with a mix of nods and shakes of the head.
"Judicator Kayle, what information can you possibly produce?" Councilor Spiritmight said, a frown now clear on his face.
"As Lieutenant Colonel Spiritmight, your son, can well confirm, as he was in Freljord at the time, the storm wasn't nearly of the magnitude it was report as." The look of fury the elder Spiritmight gave his son told the council that the Lieutenant Colonel hadn't mentioned it. "Captain Crownguard and I proceeded to the Avarosan Capital to speak with Ashe, the Frost Archer herself, about the storm. She confirmed that while the seas would have been choppy, they would not have led to the sinking of a ship."
"From there we began searching for the wreckage of the ship, but unfortunately, nothing but jettisoned cargo has been found." Garen paused, frowning at his lack of success. "I've extended a request for assistance from the Blue Flame isles. Their knowledge of deep water dredging and salvage techniques would be invaluable. With Kayle's assistance we additionally asked a fellow Champion, the representative of Bilgewater, Gangplank, for his assistance in the operations. However, he declined."
"You seriously asked the son of Vincent the Shadow for help?" An anonymous voice said incredulously.
"In times of emergency, you should never write off an alternative before even investigating it." Kayle said bluntly.
"There is more information, though." Garen said, warding off further arguments that he could feel welling in the room. Silence settled over the council chamber. "Early in my investigations, a small amount of wreckage was recovered along the shores of the Freljord. It was at that point we turned to the League for assistance and Kayle was dispatched to assist."
"With help of League Summoners, we were able to determine that magics above the maximum potency allowed by the Institute of War was used in the attack, as well as necromancy." Kayle said firmly.
"Necromancy?" Councilor Spiritmight chimed, rolling his eyes. "You don't expect me to believe you found Noxian Necromantic Sorcery upon a boards from the ship..."
"Actually no, but the remains of a reanimated corpse wrapped in the singed remains of part of the sloop's mast and rigging was a rather clear indication." Kayle said evenly, watching as Spiritmight's eyes seemed to bug out as chuckles passed through the council chambers. "While piracy in all forms plagues every city-state, only two city-states allow the practice of Necromancy."
"Zaun and Noxus." The king growled, sinking a bit in his seat.
"Yes, your highness." Garen said, nodding.
"What did constituents of their respective city-states say about it?" Councilor Krackoffen asked curiously.
"While Zaun has refused to respond, Katarina Du Couteau had some choice words in response about our trade tactics. However she denied Noxian involvement in the attack." Garen shrugged and frowned. "Unfortunately, we are still investigating further leads, but both Kayle and my involvements in Kalamanda have delayed our furthering the investigation."
"Thank you, Captain, Miss Kayle." The High Councilor said, nodding at the blonde. She bowed shallowly and returned to her seat, as Garen bowed deeply, backing away as he turned and proceeded back to his seat.
"Good job." Jarvan said quietly as Garen sat down next to him and exhaled heavily.
"Your uncle and grandfather are a real pain, you know that?" Garen said, shaking his head.
"I've heard as much." Jarvan said with a soft chuckle. "Robert is a real hardliner with political ambitions, and Haywood is trying to secure the Spiritmight line before turning it over to Robert after he's done with his tenure in the military, making a mark amid the ranks and such."
"Figures." Garen growled, rolling his eyes. "Politics."
"With the council's permission, I'd like to propose a recess for several days." The king said, standing. "I know Kalamanda is still weighing heavily on everyone's minds right now, and I'd like the time to prepare and gather more information and ascertain a finalized docket of exactly what we're facing in the region. With supplies and our own troops now on the way to reinforce the town, I can't offer an accurate reaction to what will change in the near future."
"Are there any qualms with the King's request?" High Councilor Elias said, looking around the room. He was met with silence. "Very well. This Council will recess for two days, at which point we will reconvene to discuss the issue of the Kalamanda Mineral Rights dispute. This council is dismissed." Jarvan turned and glanced around the room, waiting for the gavel to strike the desk and signal the fact that he could finally get out of the council chambers, which were a bit too warm for his tastes. Something dangerous flashed through Kayle's eyes as they locked for a brief moment. Electricity surged through Jarvan's body as he felt all of his hair stand on end and then he felt as if he had been slammed in the gut. He shivered as he tried to hide the fact he was winded, looking around, utter silence creating a void around him.
Jarvan looked to his left and then to his right, frowning as the entire council chambers stood frozen. Jarvan pushed himself up and looked to Garen, a frown dark on his face.
"Garen?" Jarvan waved his hand in front of the soldier's face. "Garen!"
"He's in temporal stasis right now." A strong voice said from the bottom of the room. Jarvan felt his throat go dry as he looked back at Garen, the man completely frozen mid movement. "He'll be fine as soon as we're finished."
"What did you do to him?" Jarvan snarled, glaring down at the woman who stood serenely in the middle of the room. "Who are you! A Noxian assassin?"
Kayle's laughter filled the room, her voice rich, feminine, and full of strength. "Heavens, no." She wore an entertained smile as she bowed her head. "I am who I appear to be, Jarvan Lightshield IV, Kayle, a Judicator of the institute of War." Jarvan started down the stairs towards the Judicator, but he paused, running his hands along a councilor's robes. The fabric flowed freely, swaying normally beneath her arm.
"What... what is this?" Jarvan stammered, frowning as he looked around. His father, the High Councilor, his uncle and grandfather were all frozen. "Everyone is …frozen."
"We are contained within a temporal stasis bubble." She gestured to the men and women in the room. "They will be fine when I collapse the bubble. A half second of queasiness at most."
"How then... how did you do this?" Jarvan dared not advance any further than the last step along the bottom of the stairs that led to the center of the chambers. Kayle lifted a golden chain from her armored collar, revealing an hourglass that wasn't much larger in diameter than Jarvan's thumb.
"This is the artifact known as Zhonya's Hourglass." Kayle said, holding the hourglass on her palm. "It is capable to granting the user the ability to briefly freeze themselves in a miniscule time-space bubble where they are unable to be harmed, or if you know how to use it, you can do this." She gestured to the room. "A large time-space bubble that freezes all energy in the area the user projects it over."
"You mean..." Jarvan started to poke someone.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, anything they could feel, they will feel." Kayle said softly. "However, the workings of a League artifact is unimportant right now." Jarvan said nothing, still refusing to move closer. "I come with a warning, Prince Lightshield. A ring with powers similar to this was stolen from the Arcane Vault. While we've been unable to determine who stole the artifact, we have reason to believe you may be a target for assassination."
"Me?" Jarvan said, frowning. "Why m-... you think the Noxian forces are behind it?" He narrowed his eyes as Kayle shook her head, pale golden locks bouncing around her face.
"Not the Noxians specifically, but someone within the institute with Noxian or Zaunite sympathies." She shrugged with some effort, her armor shifting as she did. Jarvan paused, frowning.
"I thought the Judicators were supposed to be unbiased?" Jarvan said, shifting from foot to foot. "Why are you warning me?"
"We are." Kayle said stiffly, though Jarvan saw a sliver of a frown upon her lips. "The issue stems from several things." She shook her head. "My sister serves Noxian summoners in exchange for untold power. While I refuse to take sides, anything that limits the power she can receive from the Noxian Summoners furthers my goals."
"So this is personal?" Jarvan said, raising an eyebrow.
"No, it is for the sake of peace." Kayle said firmly, meeting his gaze again. "I do not want a war to start between Demacia and Noxus, and while both city-states have made substantial motions to maintain that peace, the Institute of War hasn't overlooked the build up of forces on both sides. If you were to be assassinated, it would easily spark a war from which there would be no survivors." She sighed, her shoulders sinking slightly. "I fear that someone within the league is encouraging the prospect of war. If someone sparks a conflict, the results will likely be bloody and swift. Which brings me to my purpose here."
"You desire me to work as a brake on the Demacian war machine." Jarvan said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes." Kayle said, meeting his openly brazen glare with a neutral expression. "I need someone I can trust who will serve to keep the Demacians from striking out violently in response to anything that may happen in the coming months. With so many different forces conspiring against our unsteady peace, Demacia needs someone who sees sense and has the country's best interests, not just the country's expansion in mind. You seem to be in the perfect position to do so."
"Makes sense..." Jarvan said, frowning. "I'll do what I can but I don't know if I'll be of any use." He shook his head, glowering. "Many people doubt my conviction and my motives. I don't have much in the way of political traction either." Jarvan shrugged. "Power? I have that in spades, but I don't know if I'd be able to make anything happen... People don't have any reason to trust me. The last two times I had a company, they kinda all died. People don't like that in a leader. Besides, I don't know if I could stand by and let Noxus dance on our graves." He fitted Kayle with a sad smile.
"All I ask is that you keep Demacia from walking into a trap." Kayle said softly. Jarvan tried to look defiant, but his frown softened and he nodded.
"I'll do what I can." Jarvan said with a sigh.
"Thank you." Kayle smiled, as if she had been relieved of a great burden. "And if I could make a suggestion..." Jarvan looked to her for a moment and then nodded, gesturing that she continue on. "You should surround yourself with powerful allies, both in fighting skill and political prowess. You are going to need the support of your nation in this world. You can no longer bull your way through ignoring politics and trying to slay foes who stand before you. The world has become much more complex than that."
"I have surrounded myself with strong warriors and political strength flows in my family." Jarvan said defiantly, sticking out his chest. The gesture softened a bit as Jarvan shook his head and exhaled heavily. "But I shall take your words under advisement."
"I urge that you do." Kayle said softly. "And I hope you haven't forgotten your obligation to the League you promised me..." Jarvan blanked for a moment and then his eyes went wide.
"I was right! That was you!" Jarvan said scowling. "I was dead though, how were you able to..." He frowned as Kayle smiled.
"That was me, yes." Kayle said with a smile. "The League maintains many powerful artifacts. While you may have been dead for a short period, I have long been watching the movements of both you and Katarina Du Couteau. When your first encounter turned sour, I thought you would be able to go underground and discover answers to this darkening conspiracy that surrounds you and Miss Du Couteau." Kayle's expression darkened. "I left you in stasis with the intent of reviving you and summoning you to the League of Legends to complete your obligation, but you managed to brute force your way out of the induced stasis and were promptly captured by Noxian forces."
"Did you have to let me get buried?" Jarvan growled, trying to hide his shock with anger.
"You have a very loyal lover in your dragon companion, Prince." Kayle said with a faint smile playing over her lips. "I know not if she's told you, but she spent three days guarding your body, almost to the point of death by dehydration. She is strong and loyal, a powerful ally."
Jarvan stared at the ground.. He hadn't heard about that detail.
"I know." He said meekly, a bit of color flowing into his cheeks.
"Our time is running short." Kayle said, nodding. "If you would like to accompany me to the Institute of War to complete your promise now, I can ensure your safety from anything or anyone that may try..." She fell silent as Jarvan smiled and raised his hand.
"While I don't think I can thank you enough for the warning, I haven't forgotten my promise." Jarvan said with a somber expression. "I have some prior obligations I must see to before I am able to commit to the Institute of War though. When I am through with them, or as soon as I am able, I will join the League."
"Thank you." Kayle said, a firm but warm smile on her face. "I'm going to revert the temporal rift. You should return to your seat." Jarvan nodded and moved to his chair, careful to duck between Lee and Garen. He slumped down and sighed heavily, running a hand over his face.
What the hell have I gotten myself into...
The gavel struck the desk with a loud crack.
"I'm glad that's over." Garen said, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck and letting his broad shoulders sink slightly lower in his chair. "I wasn't exactly looking forward to dealing the councilors grilling me about Kalamanda as well." Jarvan shook the moment of disorientation off as he flexed his hand and took a deep breath.
"I need to go fight someone." Jarvan muttered, glaring down towards where several councilors circled around his Uncle Robert. Jarvan grimaced. He had never liked the man, and while he had proved a loyal officer, there had always been tension between Jarvan's father and his brother-in-law. When Jarvan III had ascended to the throne, he had become nigh-untouchable. When that had happened, Robert Spiritmight's attention had turned to that of his nephew, the then young Prince Jarvan. Jarvan pushed himself to his feet and stretched his arms above his head.
"Sir?" Garen raised an eyebrow as he looked up at the prince curiously. "Who do you need to fight?"
"Not one person... just... someone." He hopped in place briefly, trying to stretch the muscles in his legs out. "I can't stand these infernal meetings."
"I thought you seemed restless." Garen said, shaking his head.
"Maybe I should go drop in on Shyvana... see if she needs a sparring partner." Jarvan grinned at the idea, but Garen's frown told him that it would probably end up being a bad idea. "Well maybe you'd like to go a round or two?"
"What and whoop your ass in front of these young, impressionable troops?" Garen said jerking a thumb over his shoulder at Jarvan's two guards.
"In your dreams, maybe." Jarvan snarled, a bit more venom in his voice than he intended. Garen shrugged and turned to head to the door, waiting for the councilors and their aides to stop clogging the way.
I wonder what I have up next? Jarvan sighed, shifting from foot to foot. I miss Shyvana already and it's barely been two days. While he had been lost amid his thoughts, he had completely missed the muted clank of metal boots on the ground.
"Jarvan?" Garen spoke aloud, grasping his shoulder.
"Huh?" Jarvan blinked, looking about as he snapped himself back to the real world. "Sorry, I..." Garen coughed into his fist and silenced Jarvan, the prince getting the hint before he was able to make a further fool of himself. Before him stood the woman who was clad in gold and crimson armor. Up close, Jarvan realized there was an inhuman beauty to the woman not unlike that of Shyvana, but somehow, Kayle was different, as if she were ethereal. He had missed it during the discussion before, but now that she stood only a few feet away, it was almost haunting. She had piercing blue eyes that were so brilliant they gleamed like the sky, and hair that shimmered almost as rich a color as her gold armor framed her face.
"This is Kayle the Judicator." Garen said officially. Jarvan blushed slightly as she extended her hand and gave him a warm smile. Jarvan accepted her grasp and shook briefly. He tried to draw his hand back, but her grip tightened slightly and she met his gaze, her piercing blue eyes cutting through him. A chill ran down his spine as a familiar sensation washed over his body, as if he was suddenly weightless and floating in a void. He blinked a few times and the sensation passed as Kayle finally let go of his hand.
Jarvan forced a smile onto his face to mask the confusion he felt at having her approach him again. He blanked for a moment and then tried to let the smile spread. "Greetings, Judicator Kayle, Welcome to Demacia." He met her gaze and gave her an almost imperceptible nod.
"I've heard many great things about you, Prince Lightshield." Her voice was strong and commanding, though it carried a warmth to it that told Jarvan that she was not simply being polite. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Please, call me Jarvan." He said, nodding. "Getting called Lightshield makes me feel like my father."
Kayle laughed throatily, a smile crossing her face as she nodded knowingly. "When you've lived several millennium, you learn that trying to fill your father's shoes only allows you to tread where he has tread." She paused, glancing towards where the king stood amid a crowd of soldiers, aides and council members. "But even for my first few centuries of life I yearned for my father's success." She adopted a somber tone as she spoke, shaking her head slightly as her wings quivered behind her. She turned back to Jarvan and had to hide a giggle when he caught himself staring at her.
"Apologies, I had only heard rumors of your age..." Jarvan said quietly. "It should have not come as a shock, a close friend of mine, her father that is, was several thousands of years old." Something dangerous flashed through Kayle's eyes as they locked for a brief moment.
"I'd love to meet this friend of yours if possible." Kayle said with a smile, "I've long studied Runeterra's history in the hopes of learning from past mistakes to prevent them from being repeated. If she knows anything that could help..."
"I'll ask her if she'd be willing." Jarvan said, nodding, wondering if he'd even be able to have the chance to go visit Shyvana so he could ask. "Garen, are you familiar with the training schedule that the battalion uses?" Garen frowned as he glanced at Jarvan.
"Apologies sir, I do not." He said tersely, his disapproval clear upon his face.
"Alas, another time then." Kayle said, smiling. She put a hand on Jarvan's shoulder. Take care of yourself, and stay vigilant. "Good bye, Prince Jarvan. It was a pleasure to finally meet you."
"And you, Kayle." Jarvan nodded. As she turned to leave, a voice hailed her from below.
"I'd like to thank the league's diligence for responding to our summons." Jarvan III paused as he approached the door, nodding at the League Champion. "The Institute and your assistance had been invaluable so far."
"Thank you for your kind words, your majesty." Kayle said, bowing her head gracefully. "I'm hoping that there won't be any more delays in these matters, but I fear the worst regarding the mining dispute in Kalamanda."
"Demacia shall prevail, I have no doubt." The king said, nodding and grinning.
"While many would view blind confidence as inspiring, I have often viewed it as an ulterior motive at work." Kayle said, her voice neutral.
"Was that a threat, Judicator?" The king growled, stopping and turning fully towards Kayle, raising himself up slightly as if his stature would intimidate her. His eye had darkened to the color of thunderheads, and Jarvan could have sworn he saw lightning crackle in the king's glare.
"Consider it a warning." Kayle said, still maintaining a placid expression. The king straightened up, a frown half hidden behind his beard.
"I'll keep it in mind." The king said sternly. "Captain, I recall you were escorting the Judicator to Kalamanda?"
Garen nodded. "Yes, sir. We depart this afternoon."
"Very well." The king said, turning. Garen took the hint to escort the Judicator out and gestured that she follow. While she didn't let her displeasure at being all but told to leave, she simply nodded with a polite smile upon her face.
"This way, ma'am." Garen waved his goodbye to Jarvan and then disappeared with the Judicator following in his wake.
The king watched them go, finally turning back to his son. "Jarvan, are you busy?"
"I believe this was the last scheduled meeting for the day." Jarvan frowned, thinking back to his schedule. "I had planned to go and examine the training grounds and then have dinner with Shy-..."
"I'd like you to begin working with Councilor Crownguard's staff immediately. I'll assign you an administrative assistant to assist you in your planning, as well " He gave his son a glare that was as menacing as it was icy, daring his son to oppose his will. "And I would like that report on your actions in Noxus as well. Have your assistant duplicate it and forward a copy to the Councilor's staff to include in his analysis of Swain's involvement in Noxus."
"Yes, sir." Jarvan growled. "Anything else, sir?"
"Brush up on the existing reports from Kalamanda. Have one of your men talk to the clerk in my office and have them send you the files." The king paused.
"Anything else?" Jarvan said through clenched teeth.
"Your mother asked for you to attend dinner with us tonight." The king scratched his chin, a pondering look on his face. "Be ready at seven."
"Anything else?" Jarvan growled.
"I'd like it all done before the reconvened Council Meeting." Jarvan's jaw hit the floor.
"That's not enough time to get all that done..." Jarvan stammered.
"You'll do it and you'll like it." His father's eyes clouded over, a deep, menacing blue color. Jarvan opened his mouth to protest about how he wouldn't have any time to share with Shyvana, but the angered looked his father wore told him that may have been the idea. Jarvan swallowed his anger and saluted as the king's glare softened. He nodded approvingly and then turned on his heel, disappearing into the crowd of soldiers and councilors, nothing but a sea of blue and gold color remaining in his wake. Jarvan clenched his fists and sighed, gathering his thoughts. He turned to his escorts.
"Sergeant Lee, go find one of Councilor Crownguard's aides and set up a meeting between the councilor and myself." Jarvan ran a hand over his face, suddenly feeling much more tired than he should have this early in the afternoon. "And see if you can scare up any more news from Noxus. Then find Noel and have her bring a pot of coffee to my study, we're going to need it."
"Sir." Lee saluted and spun, disappearing to complete his orders.
"Sergeant Delancey, head to the academy and check their archives for any records on Swain's marital service and any history of before he joined the Noxian Military." Jarvan paused. "When you're done with that, fetch me the reports from the clerks in the king's office and take them all to my study. Oh and see if he's already assigned a secretary to me."
"Uh... yes sir." She said, hesitantly.
"Problem Delancey?" Jarvan raised an eyebrow, as the blue and brown haired soldier frowned slightly, her normally smiling face somewhat conflicted. "If you've got an issue with my orders, just out and say it."
"Well sir, I graduated top of my class at the Demacian Military academy and I don't..." She wore a frown that told Jarvan that she was uncomfortable with his requests. Her blue locks of hair swayed as she shifted from foot to foot.
"Don't what, sergeant? You don't enjoy paper work?" Jarvan said, crossly as he leaned on the back of his chair he had sat in through the meeting. "Join the fucking party. I can't stand paperwork, and honestly, I don't enjoy not getting to see my girlfriend because of it. If you'd like to log a formal complaint with personnel, be my guest." Jarvan stood up straighter and jabbed a finger through the air at her chest. "Do it when you hand in your resignation papers."
"Sir, I'd like to retract my statement, sir." Delancey said, tightly, snapping to attention. Jarvan sighed and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he collapsed against the back of the chair. He took off his helmet and shook his black hair down into his face for a brief moment before running his hand through his hair, sweeping it over the back of his head. He looked down at the crown and then shook his head, looking at Delancey, her eyes glued to the opposite wall, unwilling to risk even looking at Jarvan.
"Sorry, sergeant... I didn't mean that." Jarvan said, shaking his head slightly as he leaned a bit heavier against his chair. "It's just been a long couple of days." He waited for her to drop out of attention but he realized that she probably wouldn't till he gave her the command. "At ease, Delancey."
"Yes, sir." She said, the mix of anger, regret and determination a soldier wore when getting dressed down slowly beginning to melt. She looked at Jarvan and saw the almost pitiful look of depression on his face. "Prince Jarvan..."
"Look, if we're going to work together, just call me Jarvan when there aren't many others around." The prince said, pushing himself up and snapping his helm into place. "I have more than enough reminders of the responsibilities I carry right now. Walk with me." He waved for her to follow him, and started to head to the door.
"Yes, sir." She said again. Jarvan stopped several paces away and glanced over at her, his eyebrow twitching as he glared at her and she caught herself. "Oh! Uh... sure, Jarvan..."
"Better." Jarvan said nodding approvingly. He turned back and started walking, letting Delancey catch up before he picked his pace up. "I'm just a bit anxious after being cooped up in meeting after meeting for three days straight, all while being cut off from those who I've spent almost all of the last two months with. It's been difficult to adapt and I'm a bit like a hawk in a cage right now." He sighed, shaking his head. He stretched his arms above his head.
"I know what you mean." Delancey said, smiling, starting to reconsider the prince. "I'll meet you when I have the documents, sir."
"Good." Jarvan said, nodding. He watched as Delancey turned off down another hallway, leaving Jarvan alone in an intersection. He glanced at the clock and glowered, staring out of the large window as the sun started to pass the highest spires along the horizon.
Sorry, Shy. I'll come see you as soon as I can.