Redsand Canyon The balance in me split by three

Donovan was lucky.
Derg had just woken up from his early evening nap before his night patrol.
He yawned, and his name carried to him. From the Grandmaster.
He looked out at the dusk sky, soon blotted by the brindle behemoth.

"Grandmaster," he replies smoothly.
Has he come for round two? Probably not. He didn't have that seductive glance about him. What's got him worried? That Hemlocke Derg was still suspicious of? Or was something even graver afoot?