Zaile looked at the group with a confused expression on his face. Who were all these people? He had taken the time to clean himself up and get on more appropriate clothing to be seen in.
“I see you have guests.” Zaile stated slowly. “Should I come back … later? I wanted to speak to Lexx.”
“Why?” Riley could barely choke the word out. Zaile was the last person he expected to see on the island, just behind Trasik.
“… he’s my brother?” Zaile muttered.
“Uhm …” Riley searched for the right words. They had another problem, which was returning from the beach. Epsy and Zeta quickly trotted up the stairs and looked eagerly at the gathering of humans and aliens.
“We bury arm! Now we talk?” Zeta pressed.
