He sat deep in silent contemplation, his eyes fixed upon Nivera's finally still and stable form as the treacherous black poison was finally purged from her veins. His body still needed much rest to recover from everything it had endured, but at least he would survive. The facts were comforting, yet his mind was not fixed so much upon this as upon what Virela and Kharon had spoken of earlier in their talk: the explanation that it had not been an accident, not quite bad luck. Rather, it had been deliberate-a weapon by whomever had, ironically enough, seemingly warned them of the deadly lethal nature of this poison. This behavior wasn't random or purposeless-what was called intent, intelligence, and malice.
Rivyn turned to Kharon and Virela, who sat a little ways away, looking exhausted, yet decidedly relieved. "Tell me all," Rivyn then said, his voice cutting the silence. "What happened on the 22nd floor? Leave nothing out.