"Isn't it ironic that happiness be a grievous affair? Why would the gladdest of memories remain shackles of sadness upon a soul that is propelled towards a new and irreversible turn in life, despite the awaiting?"
~
Secret Cell of the late Knights,
Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The Second Sunday of the Second month,
Year I of the Era of Tristendyrian Revolution
"They seek the Sceptre"
Imogen felt strange imbibing that the Sceptre was of such significance. Did those words refer to the Sceptre of St. Erdengaur?
She shivered, less from the cold and more from how chilling the affairs thereof seemed to be. There were more illustrations of dragons in their lair, making speech to each-other, like they were creatures of intelligence.
