Ptolomy rebelled out of genuine pity for his country, but Alexander wondered how much he understood still now that the nobles were just using him.
Ptolomy's story continued, "The first few years were very hush-hush. There were only a few of us. But it all began to change three years ago when the drought hit."
'I wonder if that Farzah guy knows black magic and caused the drought. At this point it would not surprise me,' Alexander had grown wary of this Farzah.
"The drought devastated Adhania, and although it was a tragedy for Adhania, it was a boon for us. The drought gave us the rallying cry we needed and our numbers swelled, But it could not still hope to compete with the royalists."
Ptolomy then produced a different smile, a slightly ashamed smile, "So we asked for foreign aid. And Tibias and Cantagena responded."
"But," his octaves roared again, "it was to save my Adhania, To save it from the clutches of a deranged lunatic."He justified his actions.
