Didi gapes at him, heart pounding harder yet, while disturbance behind him draws his attention. He turns, his tall, slim body far more lithe than his face suggests possible, the dark red robe he wears somehow formal despite what appears to be silky sleep clothes beneath.

She wasn't sure who to expect from Solomon Gont, but this kindly faced if now stern old man with the commanding voice wasn't it.

"Sir." She recognizes the face of the leader who storms into her ...