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Hector certainly had confidence in their abilities, but he hoped they weren’t being overly optimistic with that prediction. Their opponents in that battle were the combined forces of the Vantalayan Military Police and Abolish. That didn’t exactly seem like a trivial fight, unless he was missing something.

Which, maybe he was. The report had been relatively brief, all things considered. He would’ve liked more details, such as any casualties or if any big name Abolishers had shown up.

He wondered if perhaps they had left that stuff out because they didn’t want him jumping on a plane and flying to their aid. Knowing how proud they all were, that seemed like something they might do.

He figured not, though. Most likely, they were just busy, and things were fine.

If, however, a more detailed report didn’t arrive in the next twenty-four hours, he was going to be pressing those reapers for more information. The last thing he wanted to do, right now, was leave Warrenhold, but if the Rainlords needed help, he was damn sure going to provide it.

In the meantime, though, he was almost not sure what to do with himself. How long had it been since he’d had any actual downtime like this? With so many Rainlords abroad, Warrenhold was so quiet. He’d apparently gotten accustomed to all the hustle and bustle of their presence without realizing it.

Not that he was entirely without matters to attend to, of course. There was always something he could be working on, if he really wanted to. He could check in on the bank or the Gaolanets or the Candle or the crazy world news going around.

But none of that was so immediately pressing that it demanded his attention at all costs, which was a nice change of pace.

He decided to take some time for himself to meditate. He felt like he’d been neglecting that lately, despite the fact that it might now be more necessary than ever.

All this stuff going on his head. The blessing of Focus. The sea of now-questionable information from the Candle. Not to mention his own, deeply flawed psyche. Whatever else was happening in there, that shaky foundation probably wasn’t helping much.

Yeah. Meditation was much needed, he felt.

It was strange, though, because with his multiple thought processes, he was actually able to meditate with one or even two processes, while still thinking about things. Which might’ve been a bad strategy. He wasn’t yet sure how he felt about that.