by Max Barry

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Region: Caer Sidi

Away from the crowd, two figures stand inconspicuously in a shadowy corner. One is a noble, dight in fine - though suitably sombre - attire and jewellery. The other a quiet man in a long, dark cloak, his face lost within the voluminous hood. The noble is discreetly pressing a purse of monies into the pale hands of his companion. This other man appears briefly confused, as he has not yet had time to carry out the appointed task, but takes the money anyway and slips silently away.

The representative from Rhanukhan, attired in garments all of one colour - as the funerary customs of her homeland dictate - observes this transaction and, while the noble makes a great show of his grief among his peers, she has a quiet word with one of the guards in attendance. A moment later the noble is politely, but firmly ushered out of the hall. The people he thought to be his friends are already making moves to dissociate themselves from him.

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