[Zekarion's own opinion on the Chosen is mixed at best; having encountered a more violent sort at the very beginning, and having seen the fallout from others' horrible behavior on the network, he knows their group is just as dangerous as it can be helpful.

But as far as who he's directly encountered, he only has the one to truly complain about. And he's not about to be forthcoming about that one.]

I suppose we have to take care of one another, don't we? [He rests his folded hands on the table.]

By the way—my name is Altius. What should I call you, Miss?