Leavetaking.
Mistral strode down into the dungeons. Several large Roundheads preceded her and others followed. Her guard, not that she really needed them. With the power of the Eye to protect her she could fend off most things, but as powerful as it was it wasn’t a bottomless pit, and she could still be taken by surprise. She conserved the energy for emergency use. There were still enemies hiding in the city. Still, before coming down she had asked the Eye if Narg was a threat to her. It had that replied Narg would not harm her. In any case, she would take precautions. Mistral was tired. The constant battles she had fought since the Eye had made it plain she was destined to rule had wearied her. Her thinking seemed to be fuzzy sometimes. That and only having stupid, what had Narg called
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