"Should we find another shaman?" Princess Thearis rambled on non-stop. She still had a long way to go to kill Lia, but she was too impatient and wanted to cut some of the troubles that were in front of her. "I'm not sure the shaman can do this job well. She's starting to look weak, isn't she?"
Thought for a moment then ignored it.
Walking majestically but a little hastily, Prince Dahl glanced briefly at his wife, at the strands of dark gold hair, like jewels that had lost their luster and beauty.
"Didn't I already suggest that to you?" asked Prince Dahl, similarly in protest. "But you always insisted that the shaman was the best."
Jaws solid and stiff, chin as hard as steel, and eyes as thick as mud. Prince Dahl flicked the dark-colored robes on his body as they reached Wihunyi's dimensional gate.
