Nereli: *taking the flimsiplast* Farewell, Lord Flax. We thank you for your blessing. Perhaps we shall meet again in the future.
*The Blades leave. Outside, Nereli smiles at Rwos*
Nereli: The ruler of this land, your friend?
Rwos: I've made many connections here. Just as the Council instructed.
Nereli: Naturally. Yet you've taken sides in the political matters of this galaxy without Council approval.
Rwos: I didn't seek to do that. If you wish to accuse someone, accuse Luck, or Fate, or both.
Nereli: Hm, but you didn't seek to avoid it, did you? No matter, though. Your many friends have already argued your case for you in the Council. Now, shall we go?
Rwos: To where?
Nereli: To the planet Ulna Shardes. You are familiar with this place, yes?