"I know quite a lot about you, Mr. Rabeak."

The low voice was without tremor or tremble. It was as solid as a durasteel beam. And as his glass was meticulously returned to the table, Castus blinked as hisdark gaze locked with the Nehantite's own eyes.

"But I am not here to cast judgement. You were a competent cadet, and that was why you were posted here. The powers that be would not place you in a situation if they knew you would fail... "

His paw released the glass to once more lay flat against the wood tabletop.

"... and I would be a poor officer if I did not make you aware of what I know.

"I despise trickery."