A Surprise?

What could Daniel possibly be thinking? What thoughts could he possibly have?

Right now, he only felt that the world was changing too fast, that the situation before him was a huge problem, and that he was a little panicked. But that was useless. His master was sitting across from him, yet he had no idea what he was supposed to do next. How had a perfectly good meeting become harder than calculus and curved-surface problems after just a few sentences...

But he had weathered many storms, after all. He could handle Alderan's tangled upper society and adapt to The Sleeper Cult's bizarre darkness. After becoming the Outworld Wanderer's loyal servant, he had acquired another admirable trait: he was exceptionally good at reading his master's intentions.

Gawain, seated across from him, gave him a slight nod.

Daniel quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Now this, he understood.

"I agree with Archbishop Selina's view," the old mage said as he rose to his feet, his voice steady and low, carrying the calm weight of careful consideration. "The Outworld Wanderer is a viable option."

Someone could not help speaking up. "We have always kept our distance from Him. We have never cooperated with Him before, and our only encounters have been rather unpleasant. Now we are suddenly going to entrust a matter of life and death to such an indescribable entity? This is simply too strange..."

"The key issue is not whether we are placing our survival in His hands, but that there is indeed a possibility of reaching a consensus with Him," Daniel said calmly. "Archbishop Selina has already explained the reasons, so I will not repeat them. I will merely add two points—

"First, we are no longer in a position to plan at leisure. Face reality, my compatriots. Sandbox