"Excuse you?"
"Drop the act," he pushed off the wall, passed the array of innards, "-we've captured Zya for the empire. Now, will the gods occupy the capital city or must we act at our own discretion?"
"I doubt the Eipea empire will take part in any schemes. Besides, our part of the continent is little more than slums compared to the central land. Zya's been captured, good news for all I think."
"I highly doubt the people ought to accept such a lackluster story. We've got those of other affiliations who yet remain within the captured Capital city," the flare of intrigue washed his visage. The astute Starix horned upon an orphan, "-you there," he knelt and pointed, "-what's your name and place of birth."
"Rachie. I was born I don't know. I guess I'm one of the people," he watched through dirtied lids – brows and hair tied by mud, body, and clothes stained in filth.
"Why are you here?"
