"Master, what shall you have me do?"
Reluctantly, Altair said, "Later, if my calculations are correct, someone should be contacting us if they haven't already."
"The Medarc came by earlier today," said Tasha. "He wanted to check up on you, but I refused him."
"Good." Altair acknowledged. He hadn't been sure of all the capabilities of a Medarc or how deep their knowledge went. No one did. All that was ever said was that Medarc's were some of the best Doctors known to the Myriad Heavens. Yet one was on the lower floors of Babel's Tower.
"The memories of Nox don't have him recorded at age 20. So he might have come at a later date."
Tasha gave an unusual look. " Master, how do you know that? Did you turn Nox into a Shadow?"
"Unfortunately, no. Nox's soul was a bit too strong for me to glean everything. But I was able to look through a few years of life yesterday before dinner."
