The first breeze of the hour passes through the wasteland and displaces Kala's cropped hair, "My King, I regret to inform you but there is uproar amongst us."
A crease forms between Daniel's eyebrows, "What does the disruption concern?"
"The dealings of your nephew, my King. Discord has arisen regarding the methods we must implore in handling his crimes."
Suppressing his concern for the other Ephemerals, Daniel instructs Kala, "Elect four representatives. I shall listen to the battalion's sentiments through this Council."
Kala bows and makes haste across the wasteland.
Slowly, Terry's army of glowing, green souls lugs onto the scene. Just like Noe, the souls cannot run very fast, left behind by the battalion's speedy relocation. Upon seeing his army, Terry retreats a few feet away and blends with the shadows in which he can accordingly eavesdrop on the conversations had.
