The man was silent, before sighing and sitting in the chair.

"Thank you." he said.

"You're very kind." he told her.

He then leaned forward, and seemed to stare at the floor.

"....this won't be very permanent though, as you said." he commented.

"I've yet to find somewhere to really call home." he went on, looking out one of the windows.

"How long will this place be safe, do you think?" he then asked her.

".....fair enough." he replied.

"...." he was then silent for a moment, before sighing.

"I remember a time when we Ramaarin were accepted by humanity." he then said. "Where it didn't matter what you were, respect was something that was just a given." he went on.

"I thought I'd found a place that I could deal with... but I had to leave... the very life of a child depended on it. If I stayed, she would have surely died." he told her.

"Then I was taken in by... well... a drow." he sighed, continuing his story.

"But by the time I knew she was a drow, she'd had her hooks in me already." he went on. "I only escaped because I managed to shed the control when I finished my cycle." he informed her.

"....I'm becoming rather beaten down by it all." he then admitted.

"I suppose so." he replied.

"But that's the thing." he said.

"I don't know what to say, who to speak to, or what to do." he told her.

"If I DID know these things, I would go and see what could be done." he continued.

"But I have no knowledge of any of those things. I am completely ignorant about where I can go, who to speak to, what to say, all that." he continued, growing visibly agitated now.

"I don't even have an inkling as to where to start." he went on.

"And so badly, I wish I did..." he then finished in a defeated tone.

"..............." he was silent for a moment, looking at the orb.

"I..." he stammered.

"All right..." he said further.

He then reached out, and gingerly grabbed the orb. As soon as he did, it dissipated and absorbed into him, and the woman saw his eyes flood with clarity.

"I... I..." he stammered.

"Wow." he said.

"I... I know what to do. Where to go. Who to speak to." he said, almost like he was talking to himself.

"...and I have a long journey ahead of me."

"Ah, wait!" Jake called suddenly.

"Be... before you go..." he said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"And... is there anything I can do for you?" he asked further.

"What you've just done for me is more than I can ever explain... please, there has to be some way for me to repay you." he went on.

"Anything at all?" he asked further.

"............." Jake was silent as Allee said what she did.

"A... reprieve..." he said.

"And... you used my given Ramaarin name." he went on, the fact that she did so hitting him suddenly.

"I... nobody else has been able to do that." he went on.

"You... truly ARE something special, aren't you?" he then asked.

"......" Jake was silent for a moment, as the door was closed, leaving him alone in the cabin.

"Allee..." he said quietly.

He then gritted his teeth, stood up, and nodded to himself.

"Time for me to go, then." he mumbled.

-Some time later-

Sydney was sitting at her desk at the Triad, doing Triad work... which she hated. But she had to do it at SOME point.

However, it seemed she would be given a brief reprieve, when she heard a knock on her office door.

"Sydney?" she heard a familiar male voice call in.

"It's Hal. Can we talk?" the voice asked.

The dark-skinned male closed the door behind him, and nodded at her.

"It's about the formation of the NA branch of The Unit." he said.

Special Unit 3, or 'The Unit' as a codename, was a project that both the Triad and the Council were working on. It would essentially be a shadow branch of the government specializing in policing matters that mortals either had no control over, or didn't even know existed. There wasn't already a branch because nobody was willing to take on the massive responsibility of heading it.

Until Hal.

"We have a candidate for head of security/lead security for it." he went on.

"But you need to be present for the interview and evaluation of said candidate."

Hal just shrugged.

"Yeah, pretty quick." he agreed.

"Candidate is actually a Ramaarin." he informed Sydney.

"And looks pretty capable." he went on.

"But... you tend to be a better judge of character when it comes to certain aspects." he continued.

"So I'd like your first impressions of them."

"Truth be told, ASAP." Hal responded.

"He's actually here right now." he said.

"Granted, if later is better, I can tell him to come back then, but he showed up here and... well... he's here." he shrugged.

"So if you want to ditch that paperwork for a few minutes, come on with me." he smirked.

He knew she'd take any excuse.