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germanicus wondered to himself when another type of leadership might decide to make the sunspire their home. he was opposed to enmity with neighbors and unopposed to settling it firmly with no room for discourse.

the man left off his rumination to answer aquene's call. she stood in the ring where the spars had taken place. the imperator nodded toward her. "hail, medicus."

her scent was tangled with the fragrance of herbs. he had seen the darkfurred plebian move her items into the office he had showed her.

now aquene stood before him with a look in her eye he could not parse. he waited for her to explain her summons.