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with authority and didn’t trust any military craft, even if the ‘dead’ Byron was on board.
    It was hard to tell what Shira thought of the whole thing. She worked hard to help out around the ship, but showed very few signs of emotion. I knew she was plagued by nightmares, but she refused to talk about them. Her years of service as a slave to a necromancer must have left a terrible legacy, and I could only imagine what haunted her at night.
    Eventually the time came for our meeting with Greymere and we agreed for him to fly over solo. If it really was Greymere, then crossing the hard vacuum of space should be easy for him, as his race was born and lived out its life in deep space.
    We all gathered at the airlock to greet whoever this was. I set the exterior door to open, and a man floated into the airlock without a space suit.
    “Only Byron could do that,” remarked Crivreen.
    “Or any other of his species,” added Felix.
    “Be ready,” I said and cycled the airlock to let him in.
    As he walked onto the Night Wisp, Greymere asked, “Okay, satisfied?”
    “It is definitely Byron,” Ragnar said.
    Crivreen, Ragnar and I had a flurry of questions for him, and eventually we extracted from him the information that his race had been discovered by an underling who wanted his job. He knew that exposure of his race would lead to the discovery of those who had helped him, and that could land them in jail or worse.
    After a short while he steered the conversation to the situation at hand. “Over there, cloaked, is the Nemesis, with magi on board who range from new apprentices to highly-trained wizards. More to the point, they have spell books for all the major spell lines.”
    I felt as if I could jump out of my scales. “Even mine?”
    “Yes, and that’s why we are here,” he said. “In a recent trip to the Spirit Realm my armor was destroyed and I need a new set. Master Dusty and Master Spectra, my superiors, would like to barter for new armor for me and also some spares. So what do you say, knowledge for armor?”
    “Hold on,” interjected Ragnar. “Did you just say ‘Master Dusty and Master Spectra’?”
    “Yes,” he said. “Do you know them?”
    “Master Dusty is third in command of the Wizards Kingdom’s Navy, and Master Spectra is his wife. I never met them, but they are famous,” he said.
    “Would you like to meet them?” he asked. “We can dock the two ships together and our cloak will more than cover the Night Wisp.” The Night Wisp was a much smaller ship than the Nemesis, so the additional mass and energy that the cloak would need to cover it was relatively small.
    Crivreen almost jumped out of his armor when he said that. “You mean we can meet real wizards?”
    “As real as you are,” he said.
    “I’ll go right up to the bridge!” responded Crivreen. “Just ask them to contact me so we can interlink our computers, and we can be docked in no time.”
    As Crivreen ran off Greymere turned to me. “Just to warn you, Nemesis is a special kind of ship and, well, not all its occupants are what you would describe as normal; but they are all my friends, so don’t be afraid.”
    “What would I have to be afraid of?” I asked.
    He just smiled and said, “You’ll see.”
    Crivreen worked with someone on their side to dock the Night Wisp to the Nemesis and came down to join us at the airlock. Felix stated that someone should stay behind and make sure the Night Wisp was secure and headed towards the bridge. I assumed that meant he was volunteering for the job.
    Master Dusty and Master Spectra met us at the airlock and, once he’d been introduced to them, Ragnar bowed deeply and said, “I am honored to meet you both. I have heard many tales of your adventures, but never expected to be fortunate enough to come into your presence.”
    A human woman with red hair walked into the room and said, “Ragnar? What are you doing here?”
    “Shea? I should ask you the same!” he said.
    “So you two