Irmin. Feyr 's leader is a tough forty-year-old named Irmin. He looks like a jaded veteran, a man of duty. A soldier among others. Except that it is the Tellus'hann's one (the High Protector), the Tellus’ henchman (the Sapiens’ Federator). I walk up to him and have a look.

He is suspicious, but after a while he answers me, throwing a cursory glance at his subordinate. He doesn’t sound to be very talkative, yet he ends up spending up in time to the improvised interview.

What are his favourite weapons ? His favourite weapon, he revises, solemnly. His instincts. He is about to launch into an endless speech about thinking and strategy. I kindly refocus the debate. His usual weapon, to use his precise expression, is his assault rifle.

His greatest strength? His instincts. Right, he comes back to it. I dare not ask him about a possible weakness, the guy looks like psycho-rigid, that's obvious. I steer the discussion a bit. Is there something he doesn't like ? New technologies, he says. I force myself to put on a smile.

So, if he hadn't joined the army to become a Protector, what would he have done ?

Ouch. I regret asking the question. He doesn't imagine that's possible. He blinks, probably looking for the trap in my simple question. Finally, he retorts unemotionally that it has always been so. That it is his duty !

I jump when I notice a woman I didn't see approaching. She cranes her chin towards Irmin. He looks like to be also her leader. He shakes his head, as if he allows her to speak to me.