“A tine, High Lord…” Bane’s protest died a sudden death as the High Prince’s face contorted in anger. He and Flagen saluted and left the Bridge. With Bane removed from the area, Mark’s breath came a bit easier. Although still in the throes of what he now recognized as true BondStir, the burning pain had left once Juraens made his declaration.
“Permission to leave the Bridge, sir.” Mark intended to use some of that tine’s reprieve that TeZarron had given him to warn Jonal and Tonas what they faced. The WarriorPair were stalwart friends in this new environment and he would help them, using any means necessary.
“A moment of your time, Stern,” TeZarron laid his hand on Mark’s arm thus preventing any exit. TeZarron led Mark toward the small security office Mark left an eternity ago. They stopped at the door. “Juraens is waiting in Security for you on my order. I wish you to give him fifteen mots of your time.”