in an attempt to lure the crew over. The table was covered in black lace. A short pedestal in the center of the table was draped with a white cloth. A deck of Narn fortune cards sat on top of it.
The Narns laughed, and sang, and drank, and fought, and spent outrageous amounts of money. But they did not approach.
Through the probes in the hotel, they had heard other guests speak of money to be made, power to be had. But nothing of Shadows. They had learned of illegal operations, of traffic to the rim. They had traced leads, made connections. But none to Shadows.
They had seen nothing of Tilar since their initial encounter. Isabelle's probe had ended up in the garbage, either because it had failed to attach itself properly, which was unlikely, or because he had deduced it was there and disposed of it.
Elric had been alarmed when they'd told him of their meeting. He believed that Tilar, like Morden, had become a servant of the Shadows. If it was true, then agents of the Shadows were all around them. Galen was shocked to think that Tilar could have so fallen since being cast away. Tilar had almost become a techno-mage. He knew the mages, and he knew their ways. If he was a servant of the Shadows, then the Shadows would know much.
Burell had determined to trace Tilar's movements, but found no record of his arrival or departure, no record of housing or expenditures, no record, in fact, of any activity, on planet or off, for almost a year and a half.
One thing they had accomplished was planting probes on all the Narns without arousing their suspicion. The Narns' private conversations hadn't turned out to be any more illuminating than their public ones, though. They argued about sexual conquests, discussed the best ways of spending large amounts of money, and compared