[Zanebry Varliss]

It was almost time, the assault on Eralynn's compound would begin shortly, and Zane was ready. Well at least mostly ready. As ready as a man sitting in the rec hall playing a guitar could ever be. Sitting in a familiar chair, Zane waited for the time of departure to draw near as he plucked at the strings of his guitar.

A half empty glass was nearby, more water then whiskey, and he seemed absorbed in his music more then anything, showing little concern for what might come.