But if Hadjar had understood their unguarded reactions correctly, these two had never tasted better tea, simply because they had long ago forgotten what it was like to inhabit a mortal body. If they’d ever known such a thing at all.
“So,” the General put his cup down and crossed his legs. “What are your suggestions?”
“Suggestions?” Alai shouted, banging his own cup on the table and nearly breaking it. “We have only one suggestion, mortal. Take your rabble and leave the Seventh Heaven, and then maybe, and I emphasize the maybe there, the Jasper Emperor will take pity on you and not destroy you all.”
“Alright,” Hadjar nodded, picking up his tea again and taking another sip. “Then let us finish our tea, and since there is no conversation to be had here, you may return to where you came fro
