Anethra read the pamphlet in private and in no light for anyone to respond to her, with a light uncertainty to her mind.
Today, I believe marks something important. She thought-
After all, I suppose it makes sense. What he did. What we are to do.
Killing descendants – it is not a job for us. Not something we can do.
Everyone – Even those disgusting, reprehensible shades and paladins, deserves some reprimand.
Today, I suppose I will help. My cannons – My magic – My weapons.
Here I stand, my city upon my hill – Those below can grovel and weep.
Everyones, city of desire – ‘thill or not.
Lackluster minimality is not an objective of our kind. Nor our pearled city. I am wise to see Ikur – however corrupt some of his founding – is intelligent. Perhaps I never should have taken his presence for granted. I’ll pay him a visit, soon.