Inhumane

Elero held up Thomas's spatial ring so the little light of the swamp reflected off of it. "This was in the northwest direction. If we can search over there-"

"That'll take too long," Doevm said.

"But it's the only choice we have," Elero said. "Unless you have a plan."

"A plan," Doevm repeated to himself as he stepped off his Amphiboard, put a hand to his chin, and began pacing. "Trak's group is most likely in that direction but the only way to confirm is to-" The rest of his words were lost to the others as they turned into quiet mumbles. He smiled.

Elero turned to Frey: "What's he doing? He looks like he's ready to murder someone."

Frey shrugged: "I've only seen him do this thing a couple of times. It's just a temporary state."

"And what kind of state is that?" Elero waved a hand in front of Doevm's face, who swatted it away as if it were an annoying fly.