Roth’Orsa did not so much as make eye contact with Agent 595 when she replied. “We would speak to Dr. Lang in private.” She repeated, with little offer of debate. She was not aggressive, nor emotional in any other way, though her bodyguards certainly showed more outward disdain towards the Agent the moment she even seemed like she was questioning the Rahn’Saki. 


Vreta could not help but to feel a mix of confusion and jealousy. A private audience with the Rahn’Saki was perhaps the greatest honor one could receive. He wished he could join Freyr as well, likely for very different reasons than 595, but unlike her, he knew well not to try and question the will of the Rahn’Saki. 

Roth’Orsa did not take Freyr far from the conference hall. There was another, smaller meeting room just down the hall. Her bodyguards did join her at first, though she left even them outside to guard the door when they went inside. She did not object to Freyr taking a seat, if she chose to, but Roth’Orsa herself remained standing, strangely still, and with Freyr now being the subject of her eerie stare. “You are the chosen expert on the Cradle among your people, yes? Yet, we have observed there are others with greater authority on the Cradle. They are…intrinsically linked to it, yet obscure their connection to it. The Agent who identifies only her number, the Director-General, those of their organization, what do you know of them?”