Illim frowns as no one seems to acknowledge him. Maybe that's best, especially if Corliss isn't here to lend his support, he thinks.
<<Sorry, buddy,>> he tells Derrel, backing up a bit to lean against the wall, out of the way. <<But hey, maybe you'll get to meet Reven; he's supposedly in charge of the place where we're going.>> His stomach rumbles. <<A place that hopefully has great food.>>
Serid opened the Bar door and stepped inside, glancing around at the unfamiliar faces before spotting Ossanlin. He approaches carefully, noting he seems to be in conversation with a human. <<War Prince,>> he says privately, <<it is aristh Serid. I have fulfilled my obligations to the Yeerk, and I am available to speak with you further, should you wish it.>> He settles on a bar stool not too close, not too far from the Andalite.
Watching him somewhat covertly, Serid frowns, thinking on what Efaen has said about the War Prince. It is not his loyalty, in and of itself, that concerns him, but mostly his superiors' perception of him. If it becomes public knowledge that he carries out perfectly friendly, businesslike conversations with Yeerks, Serid's hopes of being reinstated as an honorable member of his race will be completely demolished. For who, other than Ossanlin, would give him a chance?
Elayne considers Salem's words, then nods in agreement with Trey. "He is probably building a clone army somewhere," she smirks, mostly kidding.