Hands in his pockets, Sylas took a step out of a teleportation portal. Jala and Alex weren't far behind, but the sickness on their faces couldn't be hidden. It seemed that they still hadn't gotten used to long-distance teleportation at all.
Not far behind them was Old Brama, still as silent and respectful as ever. One wouldn't expect that this sort of man would be capable of such a quiet side at all. It made him harder to read, but Sylas didn't mind it.
"This is Planet Vortan. It's on the outer reaches of the Beast Warlord Sanctum's territory," Old Brama introduced.
Sylas nodded slowly. In truth, he had already memorized all the star maps of this Sector that he could. The problem was that for galaxy-owned territories like this one, maps were too precious to just allow to appear anywhere.
