He accepted this and learned from it the cruelty of his kind. Soon he tired of destruction. He tired of it’s ease. He reached out for an alternative... He was looking for something more than most of his kind reached for. He learned then to alter on the same level he had used to beginning his prior training. One thought passed into another, one memory was connected to another, and one emotion changed into another. He toyed with this concept for a while. He let these modifications on reality suit. He stood there, staring down at her, his eyes glinting silver pools in the dim light of a few low burning candles. His face was set, determined, but clearly unhappy. “He insisted it’s not safe to stay in the city. In all of the Dale, really. And, after thinking about it and talking it over, I agree with him.” Silmaria swallowed softly, suddenly full of nervousness. “So what does that mean?” “It means,” Rael scrubbed an agitated hand through his thick copper locks. “That I have to leave here.. I kept rubbing gaining a little warmth in my freezing bones. Then I heard a voice say, “Young man are you okay?” I looked up, and saw sitting next to me a very distinguished looking man, and responded, “Yes sir.” “I don’t want to intrude, but you seem to be in some stress,” he said. Without thinking I poured out, “I’m cold and hungry, and came in here to try and get warm.” “It is nice and warm in here, but if your hungry there is a diner right down the street, and I can buy you something to eat. The contractor was pimping for extra money because they contend the government was asking for changes. The informer said there really weren't any changes requested, but the military purchasing agent had asked for a confirmation of the specifications. This really wasn't that big a deal, but the changes the vendor claimed were worth fifty million dollars, were not real. The whole thing sounded like it could be handled through channels instead of making it into a federal problem. But the end.