“Well played,” called Sabienn suspiciously to all the officers. “If you wanted to hold us, all you had to do was ask.”
“Who’s that?” called a male voice loudly from the occupied holding cell. With an annoyed tone, it continued, “I don’t want to see anyone.”
“Brain, it’s us,” called Els. “You’ll want to see these.”
The visiting party came alongside the occupied cell and Sabienn had a chance to look through the bars at Els’s friend. He was a Turr man of Sabienn’s age who was tall and muscular with short dark hair. He stood by the wall with the bars opening to the car park outside. He wore his black uniform, but it was covered over by a simple black cloak, which formed an outline around the man’s wings making him look like a hunchback.
Sabienn knew the man’s mindset immediately as it was
