"Time to get up, Little-bit. We have to get going," Brad said.I nodded, sat up and looked around. Kathy and Eddie were up and Kathy was making the bed... I found my nightshirt, pulled it on and got up. While Brad was still on the airbed, I opened the valve and let the air out.Brad and I put the airbed away and I collected the dirty sheets. I took them to the washing machine, put them in and went to the master stateroom to get Frank and Erin up. They were sitting on the bed, hugging one. A small, padded bench with a high back was in the middle of the area, which housed self-improvement books. He usually avoided that topic, but something just drew him in. He looked through the titles, not really seeing them, until he came to one that just caught his eye and jumped out at him: Relive your Past -- Removing Barriers in your Personal History. He took the book down, sat on the bench, and cracked the cover. After another hour, he looked at his watch and jumped up. He should have been. He had a long, pale scar running down one cheek, and his hands were calloused from years of swordplay.Duncan stepped forward, crossing his arms over his chest and bowing. "Greetings. I am Duncan, Commander of the Grey, and these are my Wardens and companions." Atrast vala, topsiders. I am Ean, and this is Tipper. Ancestor's shiny arseholes, what are you doing down here? Don't you know this is a Blight?"I laughed, covering my mouth at the hilarious curses. Duncan smothered a grin. "We are. I actually think he taught private lessons back there. I walked past his desk and chose to sit right across from his desk. He came right through the door from the back room, as I thought he was in. “Oh, hello Ms. Montgomery,” he said. “Hi, Mr. Ferguson,” I replied. He looked at the clock, it said 3:13. “You only have to stay until 3:45.” He pointed out as if he was a little disappointed. I was a little confused. “I know it’s not really my place to ask, but are you all right?” I blurted out. “I.