Fifteen
A Disturbing Discovery
The main dining hall was empty of tower guests. No one was allowed inside while the king ate his afternoon meal. Borlan sat, bored and restless, sipping a glass of water and nibbling at the remains of his meal. Freedling sat across the table, reading endlessly from a datapad, updating the king on everything from the Tower’s current inventory of sliced bread, to the status of the ironing being done on tablecloths.
“Freedling, please,” Borlan groaned. “Isn’t there anything interesting on that thing that you could share with me?”
Freedling looked up, confusion on his face. He looked back at the pad, back up at Borlan, and then back at the pad once again. “Interesting?” the man sniffed. Just then, the pad chimed as a message appeared on the screen. “Oh!” Free
