Funny, he was a peaceful Hesparian, yet these people acted as if they feared him. He filed that away for future reference, in case it meant they were a warring race. A glassed entry stood in front of him and he watched as Joras’ people moved around him, pushing at the barrier which didn’t open. They conferred momentarily before putting their hand to what looked like a handle and then stepping back as it opened in silence. They moved around the door, waiting for him to venture within. The small building was small and flat with an old fashioned bowl thing on the roof. Truly amazing how technologically backward they seemed to be. More people milled around, looking at him with their mouths open and fearful eyes. This could become a serious problem, he conceded edgily. “I am Galan, and these here are my men. Where will I find the ones called Jessa and Seth?” He watched as another barrier, this to the side, opened for him. With a nod, several of his people entered quickly and he waited for the confirmation that they were within.
