A Council BrokenScribe wandered the halls of the Akropolis as he tried to sort through his thoughts. Recent events coupled with disturbing revelations had deeply troubled him. Communications with The Timeless had been limited since he returned to Caelum. Calypso was planning something and Scribe did not want to risk getting caught at this critical moment in the conflict with the Insurgents. He needed to find out more information so he could relay it to Ibune. Scribe slipped into a nearby stone bench and dropped his head in his hands. His fingers caressed the smooth glass surface of the bowl helmet and cursed the damned thing. He longed to feel the touch of his own face, but the mission required him to maintain the Kale farce for a while longer.
“Sacrifices for the greater good,” Scribe mu
