Snippet #2675873

Weyellin ran his fingers through the thick, curled hair upon his head in sheer impatience. Iaira and her 'guide' were two ticks late already, and he would not suffer longer. He knew the girl was strong enough of mind not to attempt an evasion of Everlast orders whilst within the Keep walls. His deep gaze was directed and fixed upon a slim shaft of light emanating from behind a window in the stone by the great doors, a by product of his own ingenious city heating and lighting system. A strong mind is just as healthy as a strong arm.
Three ticks.
The great doors were painfully slowly pulled open by the palace guard, and two figures emerged from the light its new state produced. Weyellin found himself leaning forward upon his lap already in anticipation, his forearms digging heavy into his thighs.
"I suppose there is an adequate reasoning for your late arrival to this didactic event?"
"The girl, sir, she had many thoughts and questions." The grey lady promptly paused her step 20 paces from Weyellin's throne and fell to one knee, pulling Iaira down along with her. "Too many."
"We do sometimes like a thinker here in Everlast. Just not one that talks as much as she does." Weyellin spoke.
Muffled laughter sourced from within a few helmets of Elite guard that lined the pillars of the palace reached Weyellin's ear, forcing his gaze toward them. The laughter immediately stopped.
"So, girl, what were your thoughts of the origin of our society and order?"