It took a threat to summon the ef'fretah and have the Baron's house torn down stone by stone to get Falang alone, but Arbiddance now had his Lordship pinned up in the hallway.
"Do you have any... singular... idea... who or what he is?" Arbiddance shouted through his teeth. "He's an abomination to everything that's alive and wants to stay that way. To even think of giving him any sort of access to the wonders of Doomwatch is insane!"
"I'll have you to remember who you're addressing," Falang suddenly grew cold.
"Fuck your title and fuck your lineage with a twisted halberd!" Arbiddance hissed as he pointed his finger in the Baron's face. "I'll have you to remember who you are addressing, and before I proceed to have you and your house torn apart, I want to know what you're thinking!"
Falang's eyes narrowed in on the wizard. He didn't breathe for many seconds, and then twisted his head to one side and thought. Finally, he took a deep breath and said "I'd rather show you. Come."
He took the wizard by the arm and drew him to an adjacent chamber. This space had no windows, and the doorknob responded to a caress by the Baron's hand. Both stepped inside and Falang lit a candle.
He turned to the seething wizard as if gauging his worthiness, then stepped over to a shelf and took down a large ornate box. Thumping the lock, he opened it, turned it and revealed the contents to Arbiddance.
Arbiddance shifted his gaze from Falang to the box. He peered inside.
After a few seconds, he asked "Which one is that?"
"The sixth," Falang replied, not taking his gaze from the wizard's face.
Arbiddance looked some more and then took a deep breath. "It's that close?"
Falang's eyes widened and he nodded. "I think so."
Arbiddance slowly walked back into the council chamber and closed the door behind Falang. He gazed at his companions and nodded his head toward the menacing figure.
"He's coming with us."