"Again, Droq, my apologies for ever doubting your honor," Worf humbly offered as he clasped Droq's arm in a farewell gesture.
     Droq replied warmly, "Think no more of it, my son.   I would have drawn the same conclusions were our roles reversed.   I'm sure the High Council's plan to cripple the Disciples of Kosh by sowing dissension from within would have succeeded, if," he turned to Alexander with a smile, "Kosh himself hadn't shown up!"
     "Fortunately for you," Dax interjected, "that Worf realized Tegra's false intentions, or things could have gotten pretty messy for the Council."
     Worf replied, "No honorable Klingon would use sedation to learn truth.   His actions betrayed his lies."
     "And fortunately for Alexander the Federation makes such sturdy travel passes," Droq laughed as he patted Alexander's chest.

     "Launch shuttle 109," the Spaceport terminal's intercom announced, "departing for the Neutral Zone, is now boarding."

     Dax, Worf, and Alexander lifted their travel bags.
     Droq grabbed Alexander's shoulders with both hands.   "We don't need to agree on every point of Klingon culture, young Alexander.   But remember this: Honor is more important than life itself."
     Alexander smiled, "I will consider it, sir."
     "Qapla'!"