Lambert spent most of the time riding his own horse, at a remarkably sedate pace -- though that may have something to do with the faint tremor that every hoofbeat sends through the ground. Close by, racing and frolicking around the larger beast, is a bright orange donkey.

A press of a button returns donkey and horse both to their balls in a flash of light, and Lambert at 9S and Syrlya, before cocking his head to the side, raising his brows. By now, this is routine: scan the immediate area for servants before they start reporting anything, then further conceal themselves. If it's as important as Syrlya made it sound, he'll let him get right to it.