[Tacitus]

Yemeth glanced at his boots made from metal and bone, leather bindings holding the construction together, and slowly slipped out of them, though what was within the boot may or may not have been better than the boot itself. He wasn't quite sure what the other man had meant, but he could only guess it was psionics of some sort, something he thought he was at least partially guarded against, but his distance from Alimorel must have altered that. He slowly made his way down the hallway, not yet saying a single word.