A robed figure watched from the conference room overlooking the gardens, keeping his eyes upon the familiar figures that walked about the paths and flowers of the station. With a bit of a cough, he raised his arm, pressing upon a panel and began to speak.
"Mister Hunter, Mister Dirk, Pope Sturgeon, Miss deSonne and Miss McFarlen"
"Please make your way to the Zerach Garden Conference Room."
"Fellow Templars will escort you here"
As he finished speaking, several pairs of Templar officers began to make their way through the gardens, walking up to the ones spoken of and began to escort them through the station. The robbed figure then turned away from the widow, keeping only the back of his robes to be visible from the outside.
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005