So I said: “She returned. I wish to know where she is now!”
He smoothed down his silk robe, liberally embroidered with symbols and runes, archaic signs that would daunt the credulous who sought his help. He paced across the chamber, careful to place his curled brown slippers upon the rugs and carpets and not upon the harsh stone. He carried the wine in one claw-like hand. At last he stopped and eyed me.
“I will go into lupu for you, prince, and seek the whereabouts of the Princess Majestrix. The price—”
Almost, I smiled. That was a crude word for so haughty a fellow.
“Name it”
As must be clearly evident to you who listen to my story as the tapes spin through your heads, I reasoned that after all my friends had been flung by magical power back to their points of origin about Kregen, De
