As they turned back to look at their (hopefully) temporary prison, Freyr spotted Masgard Xandrus stepping out into the rain. He spotted them, caught her eye and stood still with hands tucked behind his back. Water dripped down his business suit and through his neatly trimmed hair and beard. “I, umm…I think our solicitor wants us.” Freyr pointed.

“Sorry to disturb, but someone is here to see you.” He intoned once they’d made their way back toward the entrance, Freyr’s rain cover soundlessly following them.

“Really? Whoever could it be?”

“Plenipotentiary Wallace, ma’am.” The name immediately rung a bell, but Freyr had to think hard for a moment to place where she’d heard it before.

“Oh! From Threria? We met her in that club. What does she want?”

“That’s right. She didn’t say. They’re in the landing bay now. What should I tell them?”

“Hold on, I thought nothing was allowed in or out of here?”

“Her kind do not adhere to the same rules as us mere mortals.” A wry smirk escaped across Masgard’s face.
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Freyr had no idea what to expect as they hurried to greet Wallace, and soon realised there was no point trying to guess. When they entered the landing bay, her eyes started hurting. Wallace’s ship was large, pebble-shaped from what she could tell, and almost entirely unidentifiable. Some kind of coating or shielding obfuscated the craft, blending it into the surroundings and offending Freyr’s very eyes when she surveyed it. A low hum filled the room, setting her teeth on edge.

Plenipotentiary Wallace resurfaced in Freyr’s memory as soon as she saw her. Really, there was no way to forget the diplomat. She had grown even taller in some different shoes, and the fabulous purple gown she’d worn before was replaced by a bright white stola, encrusted with tiny, deep blue stones. Her long white hair was slicked down the back like she’d just been swimming, and a glittering constellation of metalwork sat delicately atop her head in the form of an elaborate headpiece.

Two aides flanked Wallace, men in smart black and white robes who stood with their hands at their sides. A small dark cloud obscured both their faces, generated presumably by the ship they’d arrived in. Six guards with ceremonial armour and weapons stood in two lines behind them. Skopec and an assortment of Institute soldiers stood around, looking unimpressed. Skopec began walking over when Freyr and Marae entered the landing bay with Xandrus. Wallace just smiled. 

“My dears, so good to see you alive and well! I’m sorry to drop in so unexpectedly, but i was in the area and wondered if you wanted a ride? We have so much to catch up on.”