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nIGHT HOVERED ON BLACK AND FILMY WINGS ABOVE THE SPIRES OF rOYAL Trantia. Along fog silenced streets cressets burned with the eyes of feral beasts. Few there were who walked the steets and those who did from dire neccesity stole forth like theives tensing at every shadow. . on the acroplis in old city in place of many kings two guards stood motionless, servents cowereed behind looked doors and place only patrolled by royal guard themselves baatle haeden veterans still shocked at kings madness for the king was mad.