Dark wings, Dark words.

[Rodent]

Leonard fell silent. A second passed. Three seconds passed. A pure, shining droplet of water descended from the roof and met it's demise with a slight clink.

To say these were bombshells would be an understatement. When he had taken up this task, Cauthon did not expect...this. Skepticism follows wonder however...and there was no way to confirm what he had said. Or maybe there was....The last, about the nomad Juggernaut, was already firmly part of the rumor mill...and he was fairly sure it was the truth. And if the nomads were trying to understand the vessel, and to grow more...God above grant mercy.

But in any case, this man could be a treasure trove of information...or misinformation. That would have to be determined. But first, he needed to get healthier.

"You'll excuse me if all this is a little hard to believe..."

Cauthon's mind was clear now. This could be one of the few opportunities to learn of the nomads from someone who had worked *with* them. The opportunity outweighed the risks.

"I'll arrange for you to be freed and prepared for life in the Order. But before, you'll need a few weeks to return to health, and in that time....you will record everything you know. I'll assign an aide to help you in this. I expect a full record, or as near as you can make it in a few weeks."

He extends a hand to McKenna. "Maybe we have been alerted in time, thanks to you."

And if your information is false, the gamble will be lost, and many lives with it. We'll see.