She had served the House Sordheim before, however briefly. Alchemical supplies during the mysterious illness of the Countess, may the divines rest her soul - her business had been nearby at the time, and the exchanges were quite lucrative. She recalled the former Count of Blightwatch as a formal man, and she could have painted his features from memory even now. They were such drawn and weathered features, and his eyes had always left her leery. They were hungry eyes, agleam with a hint of malevolence.
A familiar sense of nausea took hold of Loric as the power of the sky shard lifted him off his feet. Blond hair rose up in all directions as his body arched in a catatonic state. The blue magic of the stone bathed him in its gift before unceremoniously letting him drop to the ground in a dazed heap.
I cannot help but wander some days through the glamour of Tuktura’mei. The jewel of Ra Kotu, for all my resentment of having finally found permanent housing in the city with Arjana still manages to dissuade me from my prejudices of a city. I will admit, that I am biased in many ways in saying this. I am privileged here, if I were anyone else I would imagine I would have fallen to fine silks and finer wines long ago.