Horizon of Darkness

- You're right, it all looks strange, - he adds to his thoughts. - But we don't really have any other options right now.

— And that's true. Although there's really nothing to do here right now. We could keep an eye on the entrance, but just staring at the door is pointless; we'd just end up annoying the guard.

Even in the shade of this grim-looking building, one doesn't feel like playing music. It's incomprehensible. A very strange and unsettling feeling, as if you've been lying in ambush long before the enemy appears, trying to stay quiet, knowing that the enemy won't come. On combat missions, everything is simpler; the danger is imminent, but so is the determination. Complete concentration, you know exactly that enemies are ahead, an uncompromising battle, and of course, amazing music; every moment your actions bring you closer to the outcome. But here, you just wait, and wait, and wait some more... Conversation? But he's not a diplomat; he's a bastion of faith with incredible abilities, whose religious service is phenomenal and inevitable. What he wants right now is to be in another place, at another time of day, and in another form. And he knew that the longer he stayed in his mortal form, the stronger this desire would become.
Suddenly realizing that he had been standing motionless like a statue, staring blankly at one point for some time, Radiél shuddered, shook his head, and, turning away from the locked door to Nishion, looked at Zeikin. The sight of the brave warrior seemed to put the lost thread of cognition back into his mind, and the elf's gaze cleared.

— Alright, what do you have, cards, backgammon? I've forgotten the rules, so I'll just refresh my memory. Let's go back, we'll play at the base; it'll be a more comfortable way to spend the time, maybe some of our people will join us.

skipping to the opening, it seems, unless something happens before that