211 Inhumane

Elero held up Thomas's spatial ring so the little light of the swamp reflected off of it. "This was in the northwest direction. If we can search over there-"

"That'll take too long," Doevm said.

"But it's the only choice we have," Elero said. "Unless you have a plan."

"A plan," Doevm repeated to himself as he stepped off his Amphiboard, put a hand to his chin, and began pacing. "Trak's group is most likely in that direction but the only way to confirm is to-" The rest of his words were lost to the others as they turned into quiet mumbles. He smiled.

Elero turned to Frey: "What's he doing? He looks like he's ready to murder someone."

Frey shrugged: "I've only seen him do this thing a couple of times. It's just a temporary state."

"And what kind of state is that?" Elero waved a hand in front of Doevm's face, who swatted it away as if it were an annoying fly.