He walked into the light, his sterling silver staff clacking upon the stone floor with every other footfall. His blue and grey robes clung to him, and his massive purple cloak flowed behind him mightily, as if a large cloud were flowing just behind him. Although, as I have stated, most people in Pa’Lu are either scantily clad or skyclad, however, when one is the ruler of the land, it is custom to wear the robes and tunics of the exalted king. He hated it, but he had to abide the law.
“These people come seeking our help, and it is our duty – your duty, girl – to lend the hand and bend the ear,” he said.
“And the wars between our people and theirs?” I shot back.
“Ages past.” He walked between me and Mistra and her men. Although he was nearing his seventieth year in the world, his advanced
