| "He walked by the buildsite, carefully stepping over what rubble the builders had left. Planks, bricks, nails and the like littered the ground.. There it was atlast, the temple in New Tronac, maybe not as impressive as the ones in the City, but atleast a start. With what limited resources there had been at hand, and without access to his private study back home, it was a real wonder it had turned out as good as it had. As he stepped over a saw lying on the ground, already catching rust from the harsh Laechis weather, he grinned with selfsatisfaction..
As the sun already had begun to set, he made his way to the keep.. His private quarters was ready for the night, that he knew, and a bed was what he most desired after this long and busy day.. Approaching the keep, the gatekeep was already hanging out his lanterns for the night. With a slight nod to the old man, he took the last steps up the stairs and saw the placard..
As he read it he felt his good mood and the smile on his lips slowly fade away, when he had finished, his blood was boiling with fury..
The fools! Already bickering, as the mortar between the bricks has not yet hardened !
Furiously he pushed the keeps doors open and stormed in"
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What is best in life ?
To crush your enemies,
See them driven before you,
And hear the lamentations of their women! |