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Indeed, since the beginning of time, the Fyros people was obsessed with the depths of Atys. Digging continuously despite the prohibitions of the Karavan, the Fyros were in search of Fyrak the Great Dragon, the evil entity who, according to the myth, would have brought the homins on Atys to reduce them to slavery. Defeated by the goddess Jena, Fyrak took refuge in the depths of Atys. The greatest ambition of the Fyros people was to find and exterminate the Great Dragon, whom they knew to be at the origin of the great fires that ravaged the Desert, the premise of its apocalyptic return. Of course, Tiralion did not believe in the Dragon Myth. He simply knew how to sniff out lucrative investments and play the patriotic game. After all, he had also become a clever politician over the years, advised and taught by his wife. | Indeed, since the beginning of time, the Fyros people was obsessed with the depths of Atys. Digging continuously despite the prohibitions of the Karavan, the Fyros were in search of Fyrak the Great Dragon, the evil entity who, according to the myth, would have brought the homins on Atys to reduce them to slavery. Defeated by the goddess Jena, Fyrak took refuge in the depths of Atys. The greatest ambition of the Fyros people was to find and exterminate the Great Dragon, whom they knew to be at the origin of the great fires that ravaged the Desert, the premise of its apocalyptic return. Of course, Tiralion did not believe in the Dragon Myth. He simply knew how to sniff out lucrative investments and play the patriotic game. After all, he had also become a clever politician over the years, advised and taught by his wife. | ||
| − | Deep in thought, and busy playing with his long, braided | + | Deep in thought, and busy playing with his long, braided mahogany beard, Tiralion was finishing the second reading of the report. One more death, one less... After all, such were the risks of the job! Satisfied with his conclusion, he grabbed his igara quill, a blank parchment, and wrote a succinct reply to his foreman: the victim's family would be generously compensated. The Fyros leaned on his desk to get up and stretched. Thus ended his long and difficult working day. Caressing his belly, already well rounded for his age, he wondered what the cook had planned for dinner. At the same time, the door opened and his wife entered the room. About thirty years old, she was dressed in the red linen robe traditionally worn by senators, and her golden hair was tied back in a bun. |
:''"Good evening Tiralion," she said as she came to kiss her husband's swarthy skull. | :''"Good evening Tiralion," she said as she came to kiss her husband's swarthy skull. | ||
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:''"Enor, did you dream? Your sleep seemed particularly restless." | :''"Enor, did you dream? Your sleep seemed particularly restless." | ||
| − | Now standing, Belenor tried to comb his | + | Now standing, Belenor tried to comb his mahogany hair, disheveled by her unexpected nap, and put back her beautiful beige linen tunic. Her vertigo was passing. |
:''"I had a strange dream, yes. It involved our last History class, my young parents, a Kami visiting me in my infant bed, and the Black Mask!" | :''"I had a strange dream, yes. It involved our last History class, my young parents, a Kami visiting me in my infant bed, and the Black Mask!" | ||
