A swirl of mist and lights coalesced along the hallways, shifting back and forth as it drew close to the Charente. Nearing the ship and it's crew, it paused to inspect the ship, then examine the crew. As it silently satisfied inquiries, the churning vapor materialized into three massive golden intertwined rings with eyes along the perimeters. The rings rotated around a bright light in the center of the formation, which emanated harmonic voices that formed a constant hymn as it hovered here and there.
"We sense potential. We sense success. Yet we sense weariness, and we sense dissatisfaction. We form many ideas, yet there is only enough time to chose one. Come then, who manages the actions of this shell? Bring them before us, that we may satisfy yourselves and our own."
The Advisor beckoned for a leader to come forward. They had much to discuss.
