l brimming with silver articles, objects entirely crafted from talents of silver. These include flatware, knife handles, hollowware

ine, they have lost their lustre. A

ror

it to guide him to me. The weight of many years, he bears heavily on his slouched shoulders. His ripplin

he says. He has the voice of an old man

bode, care to share a cu

this time. I must pre

o slightly. "The King Trials, you are to leav

n scold myself with a h

at. "I heard of

l not be pitied, not by fellow folk nor by you. I am still able a

ily. Oh, the

to him, I will ju

to the side and pick up a random silver teacup from a set

to answer bu

n display. "I think my Regnum needs to update its silverwa

ou can't...." He dawdles

ying patron? You have the best silver articles in

akes an unrecognisable sound, the sounds of a man trying

r ledgers filed on top. From my satchel, I empty it out and take out each sack. Linel's hollow

a treasure of what you are owed, and t

me. I place my hand on the side of his neck. With both hands

urora. I am i

of selfish reasons. I want your son to travel back when he is recover

nd and stroll

ror

rn back around

know of them and I know that they are inbred with the same kind of... determination. A zeal to serve t

ely, heeding t

whoever is in their way to get it. The King Trials may be a blessing or a curse, time will reve

ot ahead; I blink several times. "Ye

ell, A

ut once again I stop.

r announced myself. How

ar my direction. "Because your light is so blindin

of the black, the stars are a concert; they are lights that sing in infinite patterns. The sky is black tranquillity married to a poetry

I noticed that I have been

s kept hims

town; he was the onl

known each other since I was old enough to travel to town o

King Tria

ition of uncer

to my chest and pains my heart. The Regnum, the Prime, Armathis. It

once I leave. I will