Sylas stepped out of his room with a calm expression. His robes were no longer torn, but instead a pressed black with golden embroidery. Honestly, he would have preferred to wear the sort of business casual clothing he loved so much back on Earth, but there wasn't exactly a simple way to source that stuff out here. So this would have to do.
He didn't make it very far, though, before he was stopped by not just one, but two women.
They were both expected by him, but one much more than the other. The less expected of the two was actually Lorien. He had left her here to her own devices, and considering her certain proclivities, though they did have a contract, he assumed that she would be doing her best to stay as far away from him for as long as possible.
