Come, son, let us go down to the docks. You can pick from any of the ships in my fleet, except for my own, of course! Hahahaha." Anteris pushed his chair away from the table, and nudged Graffius jokingly as he walked toward the exit of the court.
Graffius smiled, the smile not reaching his eyes, for a ship needed a crew, and he remembered his crew that had so loyally followed him from Newport to Aznur, and had been slain in the years that they had all been imprisoned.
"I guess that draws this meeting to a close." Vaya said, his wrinkled face wrinkling into a smile.
"So it does." Tam replied, looking off into the air beside Vaya's head, smiling at Ophil, who floated in midair, giving Tam a look filled with concern and sorrow.
Sometimes Ophil would speak to him, but only her mouth would move, and her figure was so faint that he could not even read her lips to make out what she was saying.
