Baraq sighed, throwing the grimy napkin onto the table. "I understood maybe one word in four in that," he said. This man's idea of explanation was very skewed.

As he mulled over the words, however, there was a sudden stab of resentment. Someone was toying with him. Someone was taking his memories, picking through them like a box of assorted chocolates and selecting the choicest ones to slide under his ribs. How dare they?

How dare they?

Right then, the fractures in his wings and bruises stippling his body didn't matter quite so much. He stood up.

"My name is Baraq," he said. "Care to fill me in on this plan? Who are you looking for?"