It was times like these Zachariah hated the most. He had only met his master once since he had been within the Kuklos and the Warlock thought it high time they met. It was only a very short trip to where Zachariha's accomodation was to where he was told his Master lived.

His Master?

Darmok shivered, he had not had a 'Master' in 35 years, what a thought.

He came up towards the door of her living accomidation, it was night, Darmok of course picked the timing carefully. Knocking on the door gently, he waited, his hood covering his face from the drizzle, his cloak sweeping gently in the wind.

It was time to put things stait between the two.