The crew of the Zulu sailed through the night sky silently as they carried Kahn'a out into the rolling sands of Southern Thanalan. The ocean of sand stretched beneath them for hours. It wasn't until.after sunrise that they came to a towering cleft and began.to increase altitude. Midway up the cliff side was cut out a small hangar and the airship slipped into it and settled down gently. The crew of the Zulu wasted no time as they carried the limp form of Kahn'a Od'hilkas between them. They took him down a hallway to a row of cell doors pressed into the stone. There they stripped the Miqo'te of all possessions and clothing save his under garments and then one of the prison staff opened the door. They took the Kahn'a to a chair in the middle of the room and seated him in it, re-shackling him to the chair.Â
The members of the Zulu and the prison guard then left, leaving Kahn'a trapped in darkness, alone with his thoughts. It would be many bells until the door to his cell open again. The light of a lantern spilled into the room as a tall female in white entered. Two hyurs carried in buckets of water and a third came.in with thick towels. The woman studied the form of Kahn'a in the chair and then bowed politely.
"Mr. Od'hilkas, are you awake? We have much to discuss."
The members of the Zulu and the prison guard then left, leaving Kahn'a trapped in darkness, alone with his thoughts. It would be many bells until the door to his cell open again. The light of a lantern spilled into the room as a tall female in white entered. Two hyurs carried in buckets of water and a third came.in with thick towels. The woman studied the form of Kahn'a in the chair and then bowed politely.
"Mr. Od'hilkas, are you awake? We have much to discuss."
