"My home is intricately shielded with petulene -- a concealing polysaccharide that could sense a sound made by a pin -- one of you agitated it, who?"
"Are you Dhella Brune?" Launa asked nervously.
"Brune would be an easier pronunciation," he said. "I never wished to be known by more than seven persons in this region. But I just couldn't help it when my Accord of Celestial Selection sensed your presence."
"Accord of what?" Launa asked.
"Celestial Selection," Jarrol said.
"You wouldn't want to know about all that now," the man said.
"Heard you're an alfe instructor on Neptar," Jarrol said.
"And how do you see my students?"
"Snobs." Daisy looked away.
He snorted. "Well, I was a bit pissed with Naphia and Harrin when they allowed the gas come at you."
"The good thing is -- we made it in here," Launa said. "Have you heard of what's coming at the institute?"
"I doubt," Daisy said.
