Sylvester Archipelago

Kaeldrin nodded, unable to say anything. What had happened defied any reasonable explanation. What was going on within the walls of the order? How could this have happened? Or was it a cleverly staged performance? But for what purpose? For whom?
Kaeldrin tried to get up from the table. “In that case, I… I will head to the ship, Lu… Lutiel,” he mumbled. “Right?”