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Zand stood frozen at the helm of the black Javelin, watching the Tower Guardians move and flurry about like whisps. Enormous, brightly colored whisps. "Alright", he went over with himself for the twenty-first time, "The forests are clear, Jakar is injured, Lil's gone missing, and the pilgrims are safe." "More emotion than that!", a voice cried from within the confines of his helmet. Seconds later his ghost materialized beside him, "You're a guardian not a lawyer."

Zand sighed, "Noble Vanguard.  I beg to put before the Orders' report of goings on.", he stood tall, facing the ghost as if it was his future audience, "The malicious woods are safe at last, but one of our ranks, Jakar Skree, has been wounded.  Another, a Lilla Joram, has not returned from her journey.  The trekkers she was guiding, however, have safely returned, as have the remainder of the other parties", he nodded to the Ghost, "Thank you for you time"  The flying eye stood still for wha seemd like a fortnight, staring with judgement.

"Now, that was good", its voice trailed into a quieter, more accusatory tone. "But it wasn't great.", it said quickly. Zand uttered a noise of exasperation, "Well aren't you particular today". The Ghost's eye widened. "I'm particular every day", it corrected, "But today you'll be representing all of us.  One small mistake, and the Captain shall have your head on a wall." "Ah!", Zand exclaimed, "The Captain!  I forgot all about him!  If the Vanguard know what he does-"  "They won't", the Ghost darted closer, giving the faceless equivalent of a death stare, "I'll make sure of that.  Understood?". Zand nodded. The ghost vaporised into particles, and the ship's ramp opened.