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Avantia Kumara sat at the head of an empty table within the great hall hall of the royal palace of Volary. It wasn't often these days that her station served as little more than a formality, but with tidings from the midlands of Terra it would seem that change was on the horizon. She re-read over the letter in her hand once more before placing it down to take a sip of wine from a silver cup. As she returned the cup to the table a young attendant approached to refill the glass but Avantia waved the lad away.

The boy wasn't more than about ten years old, a nephew of Avantia's, but he was a diligent enough attendant and eager to run errands for his Aunt.

"That's enough wine for now," Avantia said. "Go and find Shanthi, tell her I wish to speak with her."

Sliding a piece of parchment over in front of her, she began to intently scribe her own response while the lad scurried off.