Varlow sat in the dark, watching the others. He had almost caught Chyzz, if not for the traitor using that rod to open a spatial rift between them and then opening a fold to somewhere else.
Chyzz had escaped him, again. If he didn't catch this guy...his whole world would be more firmly under the foot of that...that evil bastard. He wanted so badly to just run forward and find Chyzz, but the entire place was too damn dangerous to go alone. Not to mention it would mean abandoning these people. As strange a bunch as they were, they reminded him of his own 'group', the IR.
For them, tonight would bring rest. For him, it would be to plan for his next encounter with Chyzz.