“What would you like me to do, Daniel?” I asked. “If I can get results, what would you like them to be?”“I’d just like the flaming to stop...so my friends will come around again,” he said. “I’ve been talking to Cora, upstairs, about this for a while now. She said I should talk to you and see if you could make it stop.”I thought about it a few minutes as I scanned through more of the messages. It was sick. If there is anything I dislike as much as a thief, it’s a bully. I was relieved to see a few. They have allied together, even though they hate each other ... allied into an army. They are led by the biggest city of them all, Colphors. Colphors and its dependant towns all together have perhaps thirty thousands of people, maybe four thousands of warriors." And what do we know of the army, Trask?" This question came from Droff, sitting to the left of Roja. Droff had changed over the last years. His hair had gone grey at the fringes, but he had become lean and thickly muscular. Behind him. ”“It is a very different lifestyle than Chicago. I’m not sure I could handle the lack of things to do!”“You’re one of the most active, busiest people I know. And you seem to thrive on it. I don’t. The city was wearing on me, and not just because my marriage was failing. I had the same kind of feeling in Boston growing up. Too many people; too much going on; the pace was just too fast. My only regret in moving was leaving you and your family.”“That was hardly sufficient reason to stay in Chicago. Upon flopping down on the couch, she was surprised to see the notification light on her phone flashing to indicate a voicemail. She unlocked the phone and checked the recent calls, even more surprised to see the call was from Heather. That was fast! she thought. Her stomach fluttered from excitement. I'm being ridiculous! The message was benign - a simple request to call back when she had a chance. Miranda dialed back immediately, deliberately throwing the stupid "rules" out the window..