Tyrion. The Holy Country.
The nation valued honor and righteousness. The empires of old touted the glory of humankind.
Granted, these values also propagated the eradication of 'lesser peoples' and an illogical sense of arrogance amongst the Tyrion people.
Still, sportsmanship and tolerance for their fellow humans was a reasonable expectation.
Tycondrius assumed the speaker would be someone from Caeruluem-- the Head Magistrate, perhaps. However, in the presiding official's box, he saw the crimson-armored form of Archbishop Natalya Crucis.
A wrenching dread roiled in his gut. That woman was very good at... inconveniencing him.
He did notice something peculiar about Natalya's presence. Standing at her side... shrouded in a dark cloak and hood, was a very familiar dwarf.
Tycon knew him as 'Hark.'
What was he doing there?
