### As you pick up the object, a flood of sensations fills your mind. *Cold tension. Grinding of fangs. Sour anguish.* Movement stilled. Shouts. Murmurs. Silence. The general. Back turned. With him, countless. Against him, more. Edge of Zakiros. Nyedra, a step. A chasm. A nexus. A step. Will he take it? Will they allow it? He steps. A queenly snarl. A kingly sneer. But no more. Another disquiet avoided. For now. The general, his house, his people. Exile. For now. For now, we step.