Tablurath, otherwise known as Lord Cardinal Khazna of the 6th fleet strode down the narrow corridor. His surprisingly light footsteps echoing upon the steel floor and ringing down the hall he walked. Flanking on each side were two other humanoids adorned in Ryllan designed armor. On his right was Baltu, an aquamancer of no small talent, and often his active second in command. He wore a lighter design of power armor then most of his peers. Gavrick marched to his left, with long powerful strides befitting a being of his stature and size. As a Mulntuun, Gavrick was one of little humor and less patience with a determined nature though prone to an often slightly pessimistic attitude. Baltu on the other hand was an even-tempered individual, possessed of a seemingly inexhaustible kind of energy mixed with unrefined enthusiasm. Their personalities tended to class, so both Gavrick and Baltu had been known to come at odds on more than one occasion. 

"So, what exactly did the Lord General say?" The question as voiced by Baltu. "Surely you think they would be sending us off to Darashal or something?" 

As with most in the higher echelons of command, Khazna had heard of that conflict. The Talisans had finally come to blows with the empire. Khazna had half expected to be sailing to quell the foolish Talisans, but it would appear the Lord General had other plans. He had already heard more than a few rumors on his newest interest of late. More than a few of the Angar-Ryllan's resources had been used in finding as much as could be learned about these so called "Dreamers." 

Khazna on the other hand was not so ready to place his trust in ancient powers beyond a mortals reckoning. Still if the power of the nexus could be harvested to their own use...

"The Lord General has summoned me specifically," Khazna began in a steady tone. "His reasons for doing so I imagine will be plain to us once we arrive." 

Baltu only shrugged as they finally reached the main lift that would bring them directly to the main command bridge. In moments they had ascended, the lifts doors opening slowly with something akin to a hydraulics hiss. With a brisk pace and hands folded behind his back, Lord Cardinal Khazna, Dark Skull of the Blood Eagle fleet marched onto the deck proper, his face hidden under his iconic death head mask. Upon seeing the Cardinal many lower officers paid obeisance as he passed. It did not take Khazna and his small entourage long to reach the general. With a respectful salute the cardinal stood at ready for permission to speak. All the while he kept and air of indifference as if ignorant of everything transpiring around him, or completely comfortable in his surroundings.