Erik stood and paced a bit, like a caged coeurl, "There was a time that little passed without my knowing. But things change I suppose. You have no need to fear me. I trust Kahn'a, and the work you did for my fr.... soldier, you have earned at least a respite of suspicion." Erik sat again, tired, more so then most times. His arm aching, he growled to himself. He was to report to the Hall of Rule the next evening. He had been called to see one minister or another, that with the intelligence Warren had given Kahn'a.... skipping the meeting would be ill advised. His Sultana might need a touch of his darkness to protect her light.
He looked at Alexei, "So Doctor, where do you come from?"
He looked at Alexei, "So Doctor, where do you come from?"
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