“I'm afraid,” Raven
says sadly, “That that's not my decision to make.”
“Of course it isn't,”
the Angel snaps in irritated reply, “You're obviously just a bloody
soldier, but you know who the generals are, and how to contact them.
Can you do that?”
The pulsing in Tom's
cloud slides into pink. “What we mean to ask,” he says, “With
the greatest respect, is would you be willing to broker a meeting
with ourselves and whoever leads the Forest?”
Raven thinks for a
moment or two before saying “That wont be as easy as you'd like to
think. There is no real chain of command to the Forest itself, it's
much more informal than that. Intuitive, you might say. But there
might be a way.”
“Excellent!” the
Angel declares, “Which means it's time for you to return to the
Warp.”
