6.61 - Reforge Mind
Theo, Fenian, Khahar, and Tresk sat in a circle around a magical fire. The Arbiter’s Citadel—the tower dominating the center of the largest city on Khahar’s world—had a lovely balcony that overlooked the city below. Unlike a real skyscraper, there was no wind that rushed against them as they sipped the drink of the world. Screwdrivers. Of course Yuri would want his people to drink nothing but vodka in whatever form he could provide it. It wasn’t enough that they all spoke Russian. No, they had to get the true Russian experience. With a flair for the dramatic, of course.
“This drink is lovely,” Fenian said, taking a few sips. He pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders, shivering from the cold.
“Yes, we all enjoy some trashy drinks,” Theo said.
“This is mostly a formality,” Tresk said, taking a few gulps of her drink. “Your magic Russian elixir is making me feel funny, Khahar.”
“A simple formal meeting where we discuss issues,” Khahar said with a shrug. “Let’s talk about the players who could send things tumbling down before the transition.”
“Is that what we’re calling it?” Theo asked. “I was thinking of calling it ‘The Reset’.”
“The Cataclysm,” Fenian put in.
“Anyway, let’s all list our loose ends,” Khahar said, gesturing to Theo and Tresk. “I assume you’ll have the same elements of concern.”
“Twist, Jan, and Hanan,” Theo said with a shrug. “I have Hanan close at hand, so I’m not as worried about him. But both Twist and Jan are in the wind. No idea where I sent Twist, and no idea where Jan went.”