"Men wish for the greatest of fruits from their endeavours and naught of the true consequences."
~
Northern Faction of Darkness,
Under-ground Oubliettes of Slavery,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Warm After noon,
Second Wednesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
Jehu knew that the man of a single arm, Lenart, was far wiser than any others his age. He knew the world. And he knew the very depths of each word he spoke. They were nearly like prophecies that would see fulfilment.
The sign that Michavel had used as a symbol of his saving the tribes of slaves could be used as a defence. But, there was far more that he needed to be concerned about in case the outbreak was brought forth.
