Was it Ardasa's mind, or did the room grow suddenly cold? Was the design of the palace always this sharp and foreboding? She shivered, coming to the horrifying realization. There were citizens living here that hated kobolds. There were citizens here that hated her, and her specifically. Worse still was the discovery of Ternoc's preferred method of suppressing those people. Exile was justifiable. Beheading as well. What they were doing in this city . . . she closed her eyes, trying not to let the fear take over her face. This practice must never return home with her.
Not even the prospect of a grand tour could cheer her up now. She passively followed, room to room, occasionally making a frankly unconvincing show of following along. "So, who's the statue there of?" she asked, pointing up to one of the numerous lining the walls. Had she already been told?
Not even the prospect of a grand tour could cheer her up now. She passively followed, room to room, occasionally making a frankly unconvincing show of following along. "So, who's the statue there of?" she asked, pointing up to one of the numerous lining the walls. Had she already been told?