Book 5. Chapter 23: Interlude: Hexis III
It was nerve wracking to Hexis. He’d never been within such a claustrophobic living space, but the surface clan seemed to be made entirely of such architecture.
Everything was low to the ground, or packed with as much as possible without breaking means of passage. Catwalks a mere head above him with hoversleds zipping above at ridiculous speeds, chatter surrounding him like a suffocating blanket, and worse of all - people.
The warlock guild halls had always been grand and opulent, filled with wide inviting spaces. Regal marble pillars, tall ceilings that seemed to stretch up to the very surface - although his opinion of the surface was now irreparable tarnished.
Three Undersider knights remained around him as an escort, with his butler at his side serving the morning pastries. Thank the pure soul within he’d had the foresight to bring down his kitchen staff’s implements, ingredients and cooking tools. Who knew what kind of strange methods these savages used to eat and survive? Or how they even cleaned such items.
Regardless, it paid to be prepared for every situation.
The past day he’d been waiting in this singular guest room, plotting and planning. The guild would pay for what they did to him, and all the tools he needed to have that revenge were right here before him. It only needed a delicate touch, one that could afford no mistake.
And soon, the game would be starting. He could feel it in his bones from the moment the door before him opened up and admitted one of his guards in.
“Your magnificence,” The knight at the door said. “One of the clan surface envoys wishes to speak to you. With your permission?”
“Granted.” Hexis said, keeping his posture straight and prepared.