By Paul B. Thompson, Tonya C. Cook
Whereas the Elven Exiles fight for survival within the far away country of Khur, the elves final in Qualinesti face persecution, enslavement, and extermination. Amid nice discomfort and unrelieved evil, a insurgent leader--masked, nameless, and with unusual powers--appears, decided to cleanse the land of invaders.
Meanwhile, Kerianseray, the Lioness, Kagonesti basic and spouse of Speaker Gilthas, reveals herself magically transported from convinced dying in Khur to both dire straits in her former place of birth. As Gilthas leads the elves around the trackless barren region looking for a brand new domestic, the Lioness fights ruthless slavers and crosses paths with the mysterious masked progressive of Qualinesti.
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I was not in the best of moods as, during the night, the wind had blown with exceptional passion from the wilderness, carrying with it a scent of burning meat. I had turned restlessly, woken up from a dream of smoke. The darkness in my chamber had seemed watchful, almost sly. A ﬂavor of the haunted night remained with me. I wondered whether it was a portent, and perhaps it was, for the high priest clearly hid a certain agitation beneath his serene and ﬂawless countenance. Meni stood before me and bowed.
It was clear he sought to charm me, yet there was something—something—utterly compelling about this man. Merely being in his presence seemed to inform me he had seen many wonders of the world, that he possessed great knowledge. Perhaps he, too, wore a mask. However, I would not let him win me over that easily. “You prey upon the rich,” I said. ” He grimaced, head tilted to one side. “That is a sour depiction of my profession, but not without some basis of truth. Still, I am a creature of many facets.
Tonight,” he said simply. “Why delay? ” I thought about the sleeping temple, the dozing guards, the great air of torpor that hung over its colonnaded halls from dusk until dawn. I could slip like a wraith from shadow to shadow, leap the wall like a lioness, land without making a sound. “I know what you are,” he said. “You are a goddess, yes, but are you not also a woman? Are you not also a lioness? You crave adventure, even the hunt. You crave the ecstasy that freedom brings. Indulge yourself, my lady.