'Do any of you know what a hydrogen concealment unit is?'
Our heads were shaking in confusion as we attempted to figure out what our new boss meant. Then she etched an image of it in mid-air, the orange glow of writing lasting long after she walked away.
'Is that clear enough?'
'Sure, we know what this thing looks like, but knowing what it does? Nah, not a clue.'
'Jake, you don't need to know what it does; you just need to find it.'
'I'm going to ask the questions we're all thinking, so I apologise in advance, Elf. Who are you, and why can't you find this item yourself?'
'Overseer Sethil and I had been discreetly searching for it, that is until you lot showed up, then I had to improvise.'
I laughed. 'Undercover operations, mind-controlled slaves and an economy built around the transport industry. I must say, the Elves we've met on our travels couldn't be any different.'
