The Herald

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The nights are growing longer, and betimes the earth shakes!” young Lady Wyrmwood hissed, leaning forward in her excitement and granting the table a splendid view of the six linked silver dragons arrayed on fine chains across her décolletage. “What does it mean? Are we all doomed?”

The younger nobles around the table leaned forward in shared excitement, but several older ones rolled their eyes or muttered disparagements.

“Doomed, doomed-always doomed!” gray-haired Lord Garonder Illance remarked. “We’ve been ‘doomed’ since before I was born. Thankfully, the gods work slowly. Even more slowly than unsupervised servants.”

Lady Wyrmwood regarded him with finely honed scorn. “Dismiss my views at your peril, Lord Jaded Seen-All! Things are happening beyond these walls, outside our fair city-things that could well shake every last high castle in all the world! The nights are growing longer, believe you me!”

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