Korram Alstan

As the group flees, Korram always makes sure that he is closer to Cheran than Katrina. When she is forced to lean on him, he silently supports her, keeping his growing concern from his face. He pays little attention to the noisy doors surrounding the group; they were useless for escape, and his interest in them ended with that conclusion.

He grits his teeth in frustration and anger as Telest is killed by Cheran. He hadn't known anything about the elf, really, but he had helped them escape, and no one deserved to die like that. Another reason he had to kill Cheran. Damned if he could, though. Without Calcifer...

Korram's grim thoughts are interrupted by another chime from his communications crystal. He can't help but smile, if only a little, upon reading the note on the crystal, and with the map they could get to 3B without Telest's guidance.

Thanks, Sarah.

As the group continues on towards the cargo bay, Korram grows increasingly uneasy. It was unpleasantly convenient that the security lock down wasn't barring their way. Could they really have caused this much trouble without getting noticed? Time would tell. Still, Korram keeps close to the rest of the group.

When they reach the Cargo Bay, Korram barely has a chance to catch his breath before the Baron's smug voice fills the room. Korram grits his teeth just hearing it. He then elaborates, to Korram's growing horror, just how much of an upper hand he has over them all still.

Sinking to his knees in despair, Korram slams his fist into the ground, releasing a long and unpleasant string of curses against the Baron. The voice of his daughter, however, bring back to focus. He stands and rubs his face wearily.

"Yes...No...Sort of. The Baron explained over dinner. She's part of the..." He waves his hands in small circles, lacking the words to describe it. "...thing that runs this place. I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't believe him, last we talked."

Korram looks around at the group. They were backed into a corner. None of the options presenting themselves were very pleasant. He bites his lip and scratches the stump of his arm again. The damn thing still hurt, almost felt like it was burning. Damn phantom pains.

"Well. What do we do now?"