75th Summer, 511 A.V. The foreign performer haunted many places in Alvadas, his mind having somehow found the trick of navigating the city of mirrors without much difficulty, but this evening he had come to the Wolf's Cave to drink among the other monsters. The Eypharian had been raised to believe himself superior to all others, even among his own august race, so he enjoyed this place owned by Kelvics, who were a mongrel breed in any case, who lived to serve. Perhaps he would acquire some of his own to tend to his needs. One needn't even pay Kelvics for their services if they tied their animal hearts to one's mastery. These days he had traded his finery for simpler clothes. Those he had worn through the deserts of Eyktol, the plains of Cyphrus, and the Suvan Sea had been cleaned and put away, worn and unsuited for civilized life in the city, even one such as this. Instead he wore dark blue, the color of his eyes. Linen pants and a cloak until he acquired more money and a tailor who could manage the exigencies of the Eypharian physique. His body was his instrument, and so it was toned to perfection, and in fact, he showed less skin here than he did at home. He smiled to himself and into his drink. |