Aaron followed Arjun out of the tent. Sunlight blinds him. There was a small table placed near the entrance. Armed guards form a loose fence. The army is busy with their going-on outside this semi-private meeting space. He assumed it was a meeting table and hoped it wasn't a trial of some sort. The lion-man, white-haired scary lady and Zeva populated the table, looking at him with wary uncertain eyes. Arjun stands off to the side. His eyes focused on the distance. Two chairs alien in design but unmistakable in their function stood in front of him. Signing Aaron picked one. The white-haired lady, regal and overbearing stared intently at him with disconcerting ruby irises. A smile played at her lips and her fingers steepled beneath her chin. The lion man sat with his eyes closed, dressed in plain cloth garb, sporting a new slash over his eye. Zeva was the most expressive of the trio. She sat with tension, taut and ready to break. Eyes swole and with a hand massaging her temple, she looked at the distance not making eye contact with the battered soul that possibly ended up saving her.

Aaron sat in silence for a full minute. The tension was as thick as molasses. He heard a buzzing sound in his head and a headache was starting, he opened his mouth to speak, and the headache grew stronger. Aaron put his hands to his head, the pain almost incapacitating him. An explosive boom suddenly sounded out and the pain dissipated. He looked to see the trio at his table gazing upwards. Craning his neck he looked in the direction they were staring at to find a figure dressed in white descending slowly from the sky.

"That wasn't messianic at all" thought Aaron sarcastically. Completely immune to the supernatural hijinks occurring around him, he stared warily at the person wrapped in cloth armour. Thickened pads of canvas-like material cover what would have been protected in a traditional set of full plate. High cheekbones framed a near-perfect face, as white irises fell upon Aaron and moved towards the white-haired lady. "Yuri" he grumbled with a voice that could only be produced by malfunctioning heavy machinery. " Zarkhan" replied Yuri business-like as she pointed towards Aaron. The white warrior disappeared as Aaron felt his breath stop. He could feel a large palm grasping his head. What followed were a series of sensations that Aaron would shudder at for many nights to come. He could feel icy cold tendrils permeate both his consciousness and the physical parts of his brain. It felt like a hundred straws slurping his grey matter out. He felt....violated. Naked. Empty. Rage started building up inside him as he felt the tendrils recede into nothingness and the feeling of weakness went away. Gasping for air and on his knees now, Aaron tried to centre his breathing but it was impossible. He felt as though an inviolable part had been shattered. Like he was cut open in a fish stall and his guts had been ripped away. Mustering strength he looked at the outstretched hand of the warrior.

His gravelly voice sounded out " Welcome to Ersetu, Aaron Wren".