Meeting with the Grand Master

[Glenn]

There was a slight shrug of his shoulders. There were words he wished to say there but they would do no one any good, frustrating week or no. See, Glenn was trying to communicate where Cinnabar did not. That is why he was ... ah. No matter. He shook his head one last time as he headed towards the door. "My thanks for your time, Ser." And then he was out into the hall.