"Is there a single human heart in this world that is guileless?"
~
Under-Ground Oubliette of Slavery,
Northern Faction,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Darkling Night,
Second Moun-night of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon Vericus IV
As Mercedes Duvessa was still speaking, in conversation with her friend Lenart, en route the meeting at the Central Hall, there was an odd person that was treading towards them, bearing the airs and poise of one that was in authority. His stride was crisp with purpose.
The two slowed their pace as he seemed to be walking straight to address them. Then, there was a gasp and Mercedes hurried to hold her skirts and bow in respect, greeting, "Your Highness."
