Ras Eom’s patience had already worn out again. “What is this? Look at yourself. I do not care for any of your wounds or your condition. In battle, the first of enemies to face is yourself. Wasn’t it you who said these words? Is this how you would present yourself to the high council? Get on with it. What is it that you want?”

“We are all listening, overseer.” Mynashaar added discreetly.