The shadowed figure drew his cloak tight around him as he maneuvered through temple square with deft movements designed to deflect attention. He slipped into the temple and down a corridor very similar to that in Sentar deep, into the hidden holy of holies. "Your plan has worked masterfully, my lord." "Had you doubts?" the Water Lord asked. "No, my lord. It is unfortunate Tralin is not one of ours, though. His service has been invaluable to our efforts and will be in the battles to come." "Many good men have died, my lord," the figure said. "Many more will die still." "No, Lord, I only assumed."