Luneshale Pass oil & stone

He took an inhale of the sweet night. The air did indeed reek of servant which was not so bleak a prospect for their future kingdom. There would be a need for hands to build it. “Another fortunate reason to have you with me,” the mazoi’s august vigilance was noted.

Down in the river he submerged himself, the coolness and flow massaged toiling feet and rid the fine dark pelt of his travel from the day.

“I prefer surrounding myself with tacticians,” he flicked his eyes upon that frozen stare, “and offering them my favor in return.”