The amalgamated, curiously familiar voice responded immediately after Rareth had finished speaking. [i]“You will stay with me, as honoured guests. The lights will guide your way.”[/i] The worm shifted to look at the brilliant speck on the mountainside some miles away. It then trained it’s luminous green lamp on the black shield covering the transit station and comms mast. 

[i]“This is not permitted. What is it?”[/i] The shield flickered and deactivated, revealing Nirann and Dr Wetherall working fervently together, equipment strewn all around them. Dr Wetherall looked up and around him, a hand raised to block out the harsh hunting light trained on them. "Oh...bugger." Dr Wetherall sighed, nudging Nirann, who appeared so engrossed in his work that he hadn't noticed.