The Beach near Sted Cair
Megren sits on the end of the harbor dock, legs swinging over the edge.
Haft strolls down the dock toward her. “Don’t fall in. You’ll get your boots wet.”
Megren tilts her head back far enough to see who’s coming. “That would be a disappointment,” she agrees. Continue reading Of Tarkaans, Dukes and Badgers
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Chlamash unfolds the paper, flattening it. He seems to take his time re-reading it, mouthing some sort of bendiction over it before he tucks it away.
Haft enters the room. He looks surprised to see both Lanisen and Chlamash present, but offers a bow to the Tarkaan.
Chlamash glances up at the sound of footsteps of approching footsteps, running a hand through his hair. His posture straightens so that his noble bearing is more obvious. When Haft enters, he nods to him politely his face revealing nothing. Continue reading How to Offend Foreign Nobility