Machinations

“Lord Jala, I think we need to consider the long term picture here,” Solus said.  He waved his hand and he was holding a chilled glass of wine, taken from his secret cellar.  He loved hand made wine, properly aged.  Magic could make it faster, but all the craftsmanship was lost.

A satisfied smile crossed his face as the tart liquid glided down his long throat.  He was a man of stretched proportions.  His narrow face matched his long arms, and spidery hands, but he carried himself calmly and always spoke carefully.

“Solus, a man is dead!  We need to involve the Sheriffs and get to the bottom of this.”  Jala sat in a large comfortable chair, surrounded by attendants who were grooming his beard, filing his nails and rubbing his shoulders.  One attendant was nearby to

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