the Nebula by the Human forces and have begun to solicit allies to repel such an attack.” He paused to let the impact of his statement to sink in. “What do you expect to do with what little additional information I may have regarding the Human Riyad Tarazi? You have traveled a long distance for very little gain.”
Kaylor considered which approach to take with his next statement. He was not sure whether the Tel’oran was friend or foe at this point. He couldn’t risk revealing too much until he knew for certain. He looked around at the fabulous room where he sat. “All you have here is a result of your interaction with Riyad; we can all agree on that?”
“Yes,” Ruszel replied quickly. “He rewarded me and Canos for our assistance. We did not take this from him.”
“We understand that, and Adam Cain is forever grateful for that assistance.” Kaylor saw a beacon of recognition at the mention of the name Adam Cain. This would add to Kaylor’s own claim of credibility. “We are aware that he was taken to Elision. How do you feel about that?”
“Feel? I am saddened,” Ruszel answered. “It was revealed to me and Canos that the Human was to experience intense suffering during his stay. Yet even in light of his impending demise, he sought to insulate us from the wrath of the Kracori.”
“So you can say you owe your life—as well as your fortune—to Riyad Tarazi?”
“I understand where you intend to take this conversation,” the Tel’oran said, a tight frown appearing on his knobby forehead. “We have debated among ourselves—between Canos and I—and have decided that it was Riyad’s own actions which placed us in such jeopardy. The fact that he subsequently sought to save us is a measure in his favor, yet it does not completely absolve him of responsibility.”
“That, too, I understand,” Kaylor said. “And yet it has all benefitted you to an extreme degree.”
“That is true. And yet now there is a terrifying time coming to the Nebula. My wealth will allow me to escape the brunt of it, yet not so for the rest of Nebula.”
“This conflict was coming anyway, Ruszel, and without the generosity of Riyad, you—as well as your bloodline—would have been caught up in it without recourse.”
“What do you want me to say, Belsonian?”
“We seek to know whether you are a friend or a foe of Riyad Tarazi?”
“It is hard to be friends with Humans, yet if I had to make a choice, I would say I am a friend. I hold no animosity towards him.”
“Good! That is what we need to know,” Kaylor said with emotion.
Jym jumped to his feet suddenly and blurted out: “We are here to rescue him!” Kaylor recoiled and sent a stern glare at his companion. “I am sorry Kaylor, but we are wasting time.”
“Rescue ... from Elision? That would be suicide.” Ruszel said, a smile crossing his face. “How do you propose to do this?” He seemed almost amused at the absurdity of the concept.
Kaylor gathered his thoughts before speaking again. “We are the vanguard of a team—a team of Humans and Formilians—with the mission to rescue Riyad before the Human attack.” Kaylor knew that the Juireans would arrive at Elision before the Humans, yet he also knew that this information was highly classified. He would let Ruszel go on believing that it was the Humans that the Juddle Nebula had to fear most, and not the Juireans. “What we are seeking from you is your assistance in our endeavors.”
“Assistance ... by what means?”
“You have been to the Dysion Void and to the very region around Elision. We need you to do what you did for Riyad, serve as our guide and pilot—”
“Ridiculous!” Ruszel shouted. “You expect me to guide a team of Humans and other beings into the very heart of Kracori space, and at a time when the entire Nebula is beginning to align with them against the Human threat? I now have the means to comfortably avoid the coming conflict ... and you expect me to risk it