Re: (Hirsu) The Balanced Realm of Elan
The youth, Yacuatol, took the hilt of the blade, but he could not bring himself to smile even as his eyes were alight with hope. And then, suddenly, the fires were snuffed, crushed by tradition and by family.
"I.. cannot," he said, sadly. "Please - forgive me, Lord. I just.. it's that the Royalty, the King and Queen and my Brothers and Sisters that hold claim, since the plague passed - said to, um, be the work of the embittered Flayed Sorcerer to the East - they are suspicious of sorcerers, wise-men, medicine bearers.. their only aid, by decree of the King himself," and at the mention of this Yacuatol held his fist to his chest, "By the decree.. only our own Royal sorcerer, Pactsal, and the trusted servants and family of the Royalty are able to.."
He stopped, grimacing. He was obviously flustered.