Lion Head Mesa pretium

Glaukos drew a sharp inward breath when he was corrected.

If they were free to leave, he wondered what empowered them to stay. There were many places one could find a home and ample freedom; he had found it for himself without even wanting it, and yet these people came in droves to serve one man.

He would never understand it.

Is there anyone you wish me to speak with, or apprehend? It would give him some real purpose. Something beyond watching and waiting, becoming some kind of obelisk affixed to the wall to watch as a gargoyle over these people.