"Ah!" Phocion chuckled, "It is not your tongue, but rather my ears that have erred in this. That makes ever so much more sense." He pursed his lips, "But still..." He turned to face the bow of the gondola, looking across the closing expanse impassively.
"Zaichaer would need to be very foolish or very negligent to make such a sacrifice." What Solunarium could do with a captive Arcas would shake the very firmament. Even the corpse of his avatar might unlock divine mysteries abjured from Elvenkind since before the existence of mortals. Surely, the famously rigid State of Zaichaer would not be so distracted by their preparations for war that they would fail to do even the most cursory research into Solunarium. The anti-mage state had made Kalzasi into their bogeyman, whilst far to their South a desert kingdom practised ways that would be far more offencive to their prudish sensibilities.
"Indeed." Phocion inclined his head, "The population of the Luxium will soon swell to the point of straining our resources. We are long overdue for an Exodus." As the gondola made contact with its berth and Kala announced their arrival, Phocion glanced over his shoulder to regard his sentries. He raised his voice slightly, to instruct:
"Custodes, memento disciplinae tuae. Symmetria." He turned toward the gangplank as, two by two, his guards took up flanking positions and marched behind him. "Concinnitas." He added, as he set foot from gondola to platform. "Congruentia." He concluded, as he made his way down onto solid stone. He took a few paces forward, until the whole of his honour guard was able to take position around him, as Kala and Kaus handed their foreign charges off to the next intermediary.
"Zaichaer would need to be very foolish or very negligent to make such a sacrifice." What Solunarium could do with a captive Arcas would shake the very firmament. Even the corpse of his avatar might unlock divine mysteries abjured from Elvenkind since before the existence of mortals. Surely, the famously rigid State of Zaichaer would not be so distracted by their preparations for war that they would fail to do even the most cursory research into Solunarium. The anti-mage state had made Kalzasi into their bogeyman, whilst far to their South a desert kingdom practised ways that would be far more offencive to their prudish sensibilities.
"Indeed." Phocion inclined his head, "The population of the Luxium will soon swell to the point of straining our resources. We are long overdue for an Exodus." As the gondola made contact with its berth and Kala announced their arrival, Phocion glanced over his shoulder to regard his sentries. He raised his voice slightly, to instruct:
"Custodes, memento disciplinae tuae. Symmetria." He turned toward the gangplank as, two by two, his guards took up flanking positions and marched behind him. "Concinnitas." He added, as he set foot from gondola to platform. "Congruentia." He concluded, as he made his way down onto solid stone. He took a few paces forward, until the whole of his honour guard was able to take position around him, as Kala and Kaus handed their foreign charges off to the next intermediary.