((ooc: Shan, I thought we agreed Ctrl-Alt-Del had the piece.))
"There is not much point now..." Randon told Rueban. "Right now, the Citadel would be crawling with guards, robots and all sorts of defences that could get you killed."
The half-elf needed a drink. He grabbed his flask, and gulped down a few mouthfuls of the mouth burning alcoholic beverage.
"Where in lego land is Angel and Suki?" he wondered with concern. He would blame himself if something ever happened to them.