In a magnificent and uniquely built palace, several people hastily walked back and forth in a massive waiting hall.
Their expressions were grim, their faces pulled down and their sharp vampire-like teeth clenched revealed when they opened their mouths to roar in fury and helplessness.
Roaring seemed to take off some of their edge, as it was the only thing they knew well to do to calm themselves.
Their clothes were made of animal skin, and their weapons were spears made of bronze, though coated in gold and sometimes black paint made from crushed bone parts, dirt, and particular flowers.
Everyone listened to their current monarch yell loudly, expressing his grief.
Ruler Tacholla.
That was their current ruler's name.
He ruled the lands with great fairness, and everyone was more than pleased with him.
In fact, in the history of Mirvana, there have hardly been any bad rulers.
