Letting out a deep breath, Krerr muttered, “Fine. How about if we sit?”
Shaking his head, Throg started to decline, “I would rather—”
“I’m sorry,” Krerr interrupted. “I know I posed that as a choice kind of thing, but honestly it wasn’t one. Sit, Throg. We are going to talk.”
Throg moved to the table Krerr indicated and took a chair, accepting the drink Krerr offered. He had a feeling he was going to need it.
“Doctor Oleander and I were talking after the meeting, and as I sat there and listened, I realized he might be onto something.” Krerr said, sipping his drink. When Throg didn’t say anything, Krerr continued. “You ask what we were talking about? Well I’m so glad you want to know.”
“I didn’t—”
Again Krerr kept talking as if Throg hadn’t tried to speak a word. “As much as I w
