Literature
Soothsayer of Pontis 13
They keep nodding, but they might as well be deaf.
Miserable. That was perhaps the best word to explain his state of mind. Absolutely miserable.
I asked, I ordered, I demanded for these fixtures to be removed. The brightness in this room hurts my eyes, the windows offer enough illumination to go by. They don't listen to me. I get annoyed, that stirs them up and then everything settles to the way they were. How infuriating, how disrespectful, how very--
"Lord DuPont?"
Julian lifted his eyes to the faces of the men, brightly clad officers, who sat with him at the large table, looking back at