“Yeah,” Raiko replies unconvincingly, “it sure was a nice privilege.”
“Ahem,” Enden clears his throat and then extends his open hand to show us a circular glass table set right before the eastern edge of the zekomata. “This is where you’ll be seated before Architect Theoria arrives and introduces herself. Come along.”
As we follow him to a series of blue leather seats with iron backings, Enden says, without looking at any of us, “Theoria will be much more pleased to see all of you. Especially Tavon. Have a seat and make sure that you don’t leave this spot.”
We take our seats, and Enden raises his sweater to reveal a black, long-sleeved shirt with a small pouch located over his stomach. He reaches inside of the pouch, takes out a small aluminum box, and grins as he looks at each of us an
