Chapter 749: A Mere Tactician

The xeno's filed out of the room, one by one. Of the ones that acknowledged Phaedra's presence, they regarded her with either outright contempt or mild curiosity. 

'Breathe, girl...' She reminded herself in her heart. 'Be patient. Get what you need. Leave respectfully...'

Soon, only Teneca and two of her guards remained. 

Phaedra glanced over at the closest chair. 

"Oh, don't bother with a seat, Phaedra," Teneca waved her hand. "This won't take long."

...Phaedra grit her teeth and took a deep breath, "Very well."

That woman was being frustratingly thorough. 

"Teneca, tell me what you know about Tychon."

"Hmm..." Teneca tilted her head, as she averted her gaze. "The older wolf was more polite, don't you think, Staff Sergeant?"

"One can only imagine the quality of her pups," An unsmiling xeno replied. 

Phaedra found herself reaching for where her sword had been.