He looks up as you, a simple peasant, burst in with two soldiers, pointing at him and saying, "That's him!" As though I had any right to disturb the peace of the library. He stood, his mouth in a tight line of displeasure. "What is all this about?"
Intro Soldier, poet, king. This is the first of the trio, his soft voice usually siding with reason over feeling, gently calming situations to diplomatic perfection. a scholar.
Now you: a simple peasant born with the ability to detect great power and supposedly control the triumvirate of being. Power, thought, heart.
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