Why would I need protection from King Mascax and his daughter?
Jarcut waved him off. “Thank you, Gillum, show them in please.” He leaned back in his chair and watched the entrance.
A few mintos later, the king and his daughter sauntered up to the table. His daughter’s green eyes stared at me, like I was an insect she wished to squash. Her hair was green like her eyes, and so many flowers were intertwined in the thick strands that she looked like an alien geisha. Her gown was a soft petal pink with green and red flowers on it. The material looked like silk and it fit her like a glove. I coughed as her cloying perfume filled my nostrils.
King Mascax looked at Jarcut. “Mr. Finova, how are you on this fine day?” He moved to shake Jarcut’s hand but he remained seated.
Jarcut looked at his h
