Chapter 32 – A Harowaith's Harvest
Calael waited under the ship, hidden behind a landing strut. After dispatching Ch'tulash Veruseven, he had resumed his task of harrying the Paragons. Now he was at the Jh'taia Falls spaceport, ready to spring an ambush.
He had stolen a spacecraft technician's coveralls as a disguise and to gain easy access to the landing pad. The sun had been up for several hours, and an ordinary man would have been cramped from squatting in such an awkward position for so long. For the Harowaith, the experience was uncomfortable, but he endured as he always did. The discipline of the Temple was always there, etched into his mind, soul, and body, ready to be called upon when needed.
Finally, his wait came to an end. A couple of Paragons and a gaggle of Swayed Reliants
