"When a sinful mind is faced with the wages of its treacherous deeds, does it fear the voice of warning, or does it rebel in entitlement?"
~
Chief Palace,
The Capital City of Viricove,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Darkling hours of Eventide,
Second Wednesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
In the wildwoods of Irwishnelle, Sir Jaycob Oreius had changed his garments back to those he had worn before the attire of Knights offered by Michavel as disguise had been bestowed upon him. Then had he made his way to the Chief Palace to handle the business that was upon his immediate concerns.
