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Ardis grunted in disapproval. "Growing in influence, as if. They are nothing more than flies."

"That may be so, but at this point a more accurate analogy would be waps. This cult may be small but it can hurt us." The Aran argued. He sighed. "I need to get some sleep." He headed out of the study and went to his quarters. He really wasn't in a good mood so when he entered his chambers he changed clothes and went straight to bed.

Ardis bowed to the king before he left, then did the same for the prince. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see how the lower districts are doing. Good, my prince."

Coridal nodded. He headed out to the hallway and watched the city below until the last of the fires were put out. He didn't sleep that night, he was too anxious, too angry.

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It had been a few days since he had been at the capital for the court hearing. Atron was glad to be back home in Sancarnen. The smell of the water, the sound of the busy docks and marketplace, it was home to him.

His ship docked in the private section of the harbor, the section owned by the Twyllesh Frensca. He headed straight to the palace. The Sancarnen Palace looked poor in comparisson to the luxurious and huge palace of the capital, but it was the largest building in the port city. He knew his aunt would be waiting inside, likely with his grandfather.

He disliked her. In his eyes he should have inherited his father's title, not her. She wasn't even that much older than him, only two centuries. Still it was Orgnum himself that appointed her Vendis Tur, so he had to respect his decision.

The guards let him pass, as they should, and he headed into the palace.