Khan Arkaddia Karokorum, Arkaddia. Evalyce. Year of the Mythril Serpent, 2014 CEKalla blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light. An older Arkaddian male, reddish-brown hair streaked with grey, sat at a desk working on papers by lamplight. Shelves upon shelves of books lined the small room giving it a cluttered, chaotic appearance. Kasai went to one knee before the desk, head bowed, as did the shaman and Aleister. Kalla and Vander followed the gesture smoothly, though as magi they did not have to.
“Rise,” the Khan said, his deep voice breaking the silence. As they rose to their feet, Kalla studied the Arkaddian ruler. That he was here, in his study, didn't surprise her at all. She remembered Nobunaga's scholarly bent, despite the fact that he was a skilled warrior. As with so ma
