"And where is he headed..." The knight wondered, half curious yet half seeking with the Force and the detailed memory of the layout of the Whaladon. Pinpointing the source of the stench and his direction brought on a great burden of worry for the knight and pushed him to act. He flicked his eyes back to the furred face of the girl.

"We find the quickest way to cut him off before he reaches his destination and hope we are not the only ones trying to head him off. What I want you to do when we get there is be with the other young and urge their calm and let them not fear." He smiled a grim smile. "Perhaps Kala might be of some help in this respect."

Ilias released the Orryxian's arms and stood up, scanning and listening for a brief moment. He then started off in the opposite direction of the one in which he had been headed when he had ran stomach to furball into Akasha, and he did not look back save for to urge Akasha into action.

"Now come, my young Orryxian friend! There is a faster way to where our adversary is headed. This vessel, thankfully, has many useful secrets."