18 Hidden Potential
When Dorian opened his eyes the next morning, for a moment, he forgot where he was. It was the first good night’s sleep he had managed in days, so much so he mistook the alien inn for home. He rolled out of bed and shuffled into the hallway yawning. The inn was quiet, aside from a few whispers from the tavern downstairs. Dorian descended the staircase, covering a second yawn with his hand. Bartas and Rin sat talking at one of the tables, regaling each other of their youthful exploits. Julius sat at the bar, engaged in conversation with Zane and Xia.
“I spoke with my contacts this morning, Julius. They’re heading to Mar as we speak to rally the troops,” Zane informed.
“Good. We will need all the help we can get. Well done, Zane.” A creak at the stairs heralded Doria
