Sona 'Demal had arranged for a small meeting room to be set up down near the residential areas where the human visitors had been quartered. As Felix sat on one side of a makeshift conference table, he kept his eyes on the door and waited for Simon-G294 to arrive. The Sangheili chairs were little more than tall, wide-seated stools and the hard surface was doing little to improve Felix's mood. The meeting with Kahn had rattled him more than he cared to admit, to the point that he was beginning to wonder if he should put off this meeting until he'd had a moment to center his thoughts. * *