Instar Alisars, Jean Mads Ar Inrana

The council of ages had more than two in stars, but it had been decades since anyone had seen the others. Rana imagined herself in the crypts where the others slept, down in the gritty darkness, and being unable to move or scream or take a breath. But edite was behind her, and the enclave had nothing to offer her. She gripped the pestil in her fist and avoided elzebek's gaze across the fire. The teks have called the summit about the last mods from editek. They'd like to hear from you before they make their decision. Noon to morrow's the payment dead line for the mauds.