“We didn’t see the point of you coming here in person,” says an elf Senator I’ve seen in the media.
Valerian doesn’t look the least bit impressed or intimidated. “Do you have an update for me?” he asks imperiously.
“The Enforcers are en route,” the elf replies. “They’ll watch everyone going in and out of every morgue. We also sent out most of the Senate Guard to help.”
Valerian’s jaw tenses. “Do not let them go in without me.” His gaze moves from Senator to Senator. “With my illusion power, I can cloak them. Otherwise, we risk the terrorists committing suicide.”
“Would that be so bad?” an orc Senator asks.
“There were many people at the meeting, and they mentioned a High Priest—a leader of some sort,” Valerian says. “We know nothing about any of these individuals, so unless we get ver
