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The Lady Braynar sat on a loveseat that faced the window, looking resplendent in her yellow dress. She expertly balanced a cup and saucer in her lap, tilting her head as she raised an eyebrow. “Nearly unanimous, you say,” she replied. “I do hope you haven’t been too vocal about such sentiments. We wouldn’t want our new guests to think that we were planning something…reckless.”
That was what the aristocracy had taken to calling the Ragnosians. New guests. They seemed to think that a comfortable euphemism could reduce the sting of realizing that they were now a conquered people.
Megara scowled, shaking her head. “Of course not,” she barked. “Nobles…You really do think the rest of us are idiots.”
“I said nothing of the sort.”
The fourth member of their little group was Shinra Boliveer,
