"He was an aching voice; a cry against the deaf ears of the Government and deeds wrought before the blind eyes of the men, their prey.
But now, he was a quenched whistle blown away from the roots of his purpose; he was a listless zephyr."
~
The City of Descandville,
Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Rainy Eventide,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon-Vericus IV
There was a candle's light amidst the hues of the night's darkness that allowed Jehu the pleasure of distinguishing the art of his surroundings:
He had found himself waking in the arms of a bed placed in the chambers of a cosy cottage room, large windows with their generous ledges bedecked with books. The glass thereof permitted the display of the streets and outdoors, where the rain poured ceaselessly.
