"Well said!"
Dagda agreed with Razareal and punctuated it with a thump of his staff.
"I do not mean to bring hostilities here and on my word shall do no more on that behalf. Let us seek a betterness of ourselves."
Oakley's words did not move him but he marked the protective notion towards the...
Dagda stood, the formalities over.
"You speak of squabbles as if you have never indulged Highness. Toluk would gladly lend himself to your cause but until his reign is secured there he must remain."
The soft wisp of his voice did not get far but that may not have mattered. Midir was formidable...
Dagda was slow, ponderously so as he made his entrance.
Masked in ornate wood and holding his great cudgel he was a mighty form to see. Old and ornate.
His cloak was more like a carpet and embroidered with cats and birds. His shirt was golden coins linked together which he had taken in exchange...
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