Pontagar is behind the half-opened door to his chamber. CARSHIK and BRANTIK are outside, concerned.
PONTAGAR: Yes – my father and I had a … very violent disagreement. It’s bad, and the whole tribe needs to hear what happened. Nonetheless, we’re … not ready to make that pronouncement. We need to … consult. Further.
Carshik and Brantik share a glance. The twins guess more is meant than is said.
BRANTIK: What do you need from us, Suvremoro?
PONTAGAR: Stand guard here. We’ll come out to you in an hour, maybe more.
CARSHIK: What … do you want us to say to anyone who comes?
PONTAGAR: You can tell them what I just said. It won’t be long. Thank the gods it was you two … I … I know I can trust you.
CARSHIK: With your life and honor, Suvremoro.
Cirinal chants over the ring
CIRINA: Vulapideia Chela Mu. Mihra Suvremor Aglor Nan!
Aglor’s image appears in the ring light.
AGLOR: Cirina? What – how are you using the Fire Tribe’s ring? I put you there to keep an eye on them, but this –
CIRINA: Uncle … we have a situation.