- Location
- The Summer Sea
- Pronouns
- Nah
[X] In Sunlit Halls: Slaves in the darkness. Rats in the walls. Must you trifle yourself with these things? The Ghalbazim are mighty, yes, but they are mortals still. Some of their hearts lie uneasy. Some among them see the tiny felines which dance among their legs with something like amusement, or affection. Others yet stir themselves and dream of wind under their wings, of great worlds yet untamed beyond the horizon. And of course, there are many in a race of slavers who smile to see cruel and red and senseless things done with sharp tools in the dark. Though they will not admit it, many of them chafe under the cloying perfection to which they have been born. You arise to the sunlit halls of the Red City, and seek purchase among the Dwellers in the Middle Air. Of course, (as you already know) every one of the Old Masters is sworn, bone and blood and claw, to another, until all the endings of the world. But you are a thief already, are you not?
A winner plays both sides.
A winner plays both sides.