“I wanted to see you in my office before your journey… But you are always hasty! You’ve kept an old man like me under the sun and asking question! Here… Take this and read it! The Circle handed their peace treaty to Mart to take to Oxan. This is my copy,” he says in a complaining tone. Tirad bites his dry lips, puts his legs together and lowers his head. Hurmaz is obviously mad, but Tirad is not sure whether it’s because of the Circles’ peace treaty or Tirad having missed the meeting.

“It doesn’t matter now. Even if you came to the meeting, you couldn’t change anything. I wanted to overthrow it and I couldn’t… This is not a peace treaty. It’s more of a warrant!” Hurmaz continues. Tirad takes the paper and reads it. It’s the Circle’s order to the Oxan chiefs. According to this order, the Oxan Island is allowed to clear the floating harbour and destroy it after giving warning and enough time to the refugees to leave and go back to their ships. Hurmaz takes his copy back.

“How long is ‘enough time’? What if they don’t leave? They are mostly women and children!” Tirad asks surprised by the content of the peace treaty.

“That’s why I need you to go with them! They must be allowed adequate time to safely leave the Oxan Island… You should go to the refugees as a Saviour Missioner, talk to them and encourage them to go back to their homes,” Hurmaz replies and hands him two more papers.

“Take these letters that I have written to Surnat and Soushia… I have asked them to help you and cooperate with you…and just you! I didn’t mention Mart,” he says. Tirad takes the letters. He knows the two missioners. They are a few years younger than him and have been sent to Oxan as missioners for three years now. He feels relieved. The two old friends will definitely assist him upon seeing Hurmaz’s handwriting. Tirad puts the letters in his bag, next to Parsana’s handwritten pages. Hurmaz leads him to the cabins. Their conversation is over but Tirad wants to get at least one answer to his many questions. He slowly holds Hurmaz’s wrist, as he steps towards the staircase and stops him. Hurmaz surprisingly stares back at him and sees the burning curiosity in Tirad’s eye, begging for some truth and peace of mind.

“Please! Just tell me something about this Exile Sentence! Is it true? Was lady Parsana exiled from the Ship?” Tirad asks. Hurmaz turns his face away. He doesn’t seem mad but he is unsure and restless. Tirad doesn’t know whether he is unsure to answer him or restless because he had stopped him? Hurmaz makes a rustle sound, scratching the edges of the peace treaty with his nails.

“I gave you this in case nothing worked out!” Hurmaz finally speaks out. But his words puzzle Tirad even more. He keeps on asking more questions trying to figure out what Hurmaz means. “What do you mean nothing worked out? What do I do with it?”What else could happen? Is it even true? How could it be true? What happened to Parsana? Why was it omitted and hidden?" he goes on asking until Hurmaz stops him.