Adrian Ventura stood on the upper porch of The Body Shoppe, balanced on one hand, sweat gleaming off his muscles as he counted off push-up reps. His mind, barely registering the ringing of the hammer downstairs, focused intently both on his current task, his daily work-out, and the mission to come.

"...302...303...304..."

Felucca. He'd sworn that he'd never set foot in that land again. Not since Tel Ruid had been rebuilt in Trammel. A desolate land filled with killers and thieves. He much prefered the green and security of this facet. But Joylah was there somewhere and Glorfindel was leading the search to find her. Joy has been the best of friends ever since the old man had come to the Glade, and he would be damned if he didn't help get her back.

"....427...428...429...."

"Yo bro?" Jack said nervously from the doorway. He'd known his older brother all his life and rarely seen him as intence as this. He hadn't known Joylah anywhere near as well as Adrien did. But he knew her well enough to call her friend. "Armor and hammer's all repaired. Tina has Elvis all prepped and ready..."

"....498...499...500."

Adrian switched to the other arm, barely acknowledging his brothers words. Concentrating instead on his task ahead. He hadn't been to Felucca ever since the Big Move. There probably won't be much twink problems in the city, but still it's not a trip he's looking forward to. His only hope is that they find Joylah and convince her to return to the Glade quickly.

"1...2...3..."