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“I trust that you found my city to be many things if not breathtaking,” Ennius Grimoire said.
Dark glanced at Norwyn, who nodded to him slowly. It was a safe look, one that told him it was okay, and that he didn’t need to rip the man’s throat out. Then he responded.
“It is many things, indeed, but breathtaking would not have been the first thing that came to mind, elder,” Dark said.
“Call me Ennius,” the governor said. “Ennius Grimoire. I know it may seem strange that an elven man like me is talking to you in this way, but trust me—you’ll find that we will work very well together.”
Who was this man, talking to him like he was an equal? How disgusting! With his bald head, regal stature and deep voice, he carried himself like an elder. Dark had worked with elders...many elders. But t
