ACAPELLA

A couple of hours later, Bren would be fixing up his unique concoctions in the Gamma’s apartment suite. He was truly challenged in following Ma’Heron’s request for a specific type of brew with a particular kind of effect. The red-haired former rouge has now personalized this one particular potion for the Gamma’s use tonight.

Meanwhile, M had decided to take a shower, and then began to meditate in one corner of his living room. This specific compact space sported a small bamboo mat, a few votive candles, and some lighted incense sticks in a glass holder.

Somehow, the short silk robe that he still chose to wear made him all the more sage-like. The silent Gamma had already sat cross-legged on the mat with his almond eyes tightly closed .

“And you really think that your enemy will try to push you to the edge tonight, even if the Elders will be there as witnesses, Sir?”