Retholis watched the Taloren sun sink down into the horizon. The sliver of bright yellow disappeared as sharp reds faded into a rich purple. High above, stars began to hint at their existence as night crept forward.
Below the horizon, all over the city, lights began to turn brighter. The traffic in the skies subdued, and the streets began to clear.
As he looked out across the city, a voice that spoke in Drogar resounded around his office. Although the speech was acceptable, there was a clear lack in the typical melodic lilt most Drogar had.
“You’re absolutely sure this is secure?” asked the voice.
Retholis spun around and smiled with a short nod. He looked at the holographic image of the human male in front of him. Or, rather, across his desk, opposite him.