Essek was wandering the markets, cloaked against sunlight, when he received that message. He slid into a little series of alleyways and then he answered back quickly, his voice perhaps reassuring in that it answered. After all, he had flown off the radar to most everyone, but Essek would respond for Caleb.

Always Caleb.

I am situated and safe enough, and I have been reserving my pocket of time for you. When and Where?