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tenth brightening of Cryxatum, Summer in the Second Era in the reign of Milo L'Evienne. Era XIV after the Aethergem fracture
The vortex opened and two men stepped out onto the Cancello Del Passeggero area . One was dressed in the robes of a desert dweller and his hawk like eyes swept the soft luxury of Chelseanna with a sniff of distaste. The other held himself tall his icy blue eyes sweeping the harbour side looking for a pathway through the crowds and the inevitable paperwork that always attended such transitions.
For the moment the beauty and charm of the island was lost on the tall dark man he was impatient to find the reason for his visit. The wait in line was torture but he bore it stoically, his companion slipped his arms into the folds of his robes and said nothing.
Lines move and eventually he handed over his visa proclaiming him governor of Arakmat and he was terse.
“My companion and I are looking for a lady whom I once had the honour to call my wife , I have much to explain to her but that pilgrim is a matter between myself and the lady.”
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