Mark Motenburgh
I left the girl in the field, hoping that she sees my ability to teleport as another threat. I was well educated, I had mastered the black fog since before she was even born.
She had deeply unsettled me. The way she spoke about our good king, the way she held herself in front of me. It all showed that she was more than we had expected her to be. We thought her to be a disgruntled wife, someone with a grudge against one of our own. We never thought her to be that.
And she was only a lehiam still.
I stepped out of the fog near the foot of the mountain. I had intended to go up a bit more, to save myself the walk, but my conscience seems to favour the walk. Oh well, it would give me time to think.
I needed a way to bring it to them like I saw it. We had been dealing with r
