It was finally time for the departure of the sail-ship, and Aziel was more than ready to step onto it.
He had been nervously pacing around, guessing how the Revenant Consortium would look, though if he had a say he was more nervous to see the execution of his plans and to meet the higher ups the captain had mentioned earlier.
Speaking of the captain, Frickon had said he would return in some time, but all the rotations had completed with no sign of him.
Aziel was not overly concerned; his mind had already formed the theory that Frickon must be lost somewhere. Still, a sharp reminder ran through him.
He had not wandered far from the research facility, helping Alkroz, reminiscing about the past days, and doing their usual banter.
Despite how Alkroz seemed, Aziel was certain the man was desperate for a big shot, hungry for validation, competitive, insanely so. That much Aziel felt he had figured out about him.
