The world spun, at least it felt like it spun.. Darkness surrounded everything, his vision, his body, his spirit.. Every fiber of his being felt as if it was being torn to shreds in anger and then replaced with the utmost care.
Until finally.. it all stopped, and Wrack stood in a large chamber, as if he'd been there all along.
In the center of the room was a polished black marble table, surrounded by stone chairs. Hovering above it all, was a soft white light, shining down upon his leather pack, with the book laying upon it, closed.
Sliver was already seated in one of the chairs, her forelimb extended, inviting him to sit. As he stepped the few yards to the table, his boots did not echo into the vast chamber..
Though he could see no walls, it seemed comfortable, and protected. He took the chair by its back and slid it easily from the table, as if weightless.. and took a seat across the table from the large insect who had led him here.
"Where are we?" he started, "And what do you know about my father?" His questions were disconnected, probably due to the traveling, but they were fair questions nonetheless.
"We are in a protected chamber of my Order.." she replied, "Your father however.."
She turned slightly, facing the book, as if the answer was more complex than before..
