Usel returned me to Shamshiel, who was at this point with Castor. The two men were bending over a table full of books and various bottles and vials of materials and liquids. His bright blue eyes met mine for a moment before flicking back down to his task. Unsure of what to do I seated myself on a nearby stool and watched the two men. Castor was hunched over a book, pencil in hand and scribbling furiously on a piece of paper, Shamshiel was studying the contents of a vial so hard his gaze may as well have bored a hole through it. I stifled a yawn; I had a lot to think about and had, what I considered, better things to do than watch these two pour over science stuff. Not that it wasn’t interesting, I just was not interested in it at the moment. I was tired, and beyond exhausted mentally, phys
