Horns begin to sound from the ramparts of the palace, echoing across the towers and passageways—a call to the royal navy.
The first report is followed by one short burst, and then a clear round one. Your personal signal, as the Admiral of the Third Fleet.
You have been summoned by the kah…
You fit yourself with ceremonial armor for your appearance in the palace and make your way through the byways of your adopted city. All heads turn as you pass.
No matter how many times you walk among them, it seems that the people are startled anew by every public appearance you make—but little can be done about it. You are an Agossan after all, and a famous one besides.
Even now, you can hear the strangers whispering the peculiar title they have given you: "The Exile!" They say this not with disgust, but a fearful sort of admiration. You are a fascination to them, and a mystery.
It is all very…