Time passed the Province of Kurth, much as it always had. Pastoral and peaceful. Baron Nicaise still dreamed of a daughter, but the addition of another son nearly filled the hole in his heart. And he suppressed his desire as much as possible, resigned to only having sons.
The Mariri moved slowly back away, returning to silent contemplative vigil. But as soon as Quasit read the next part of the story, Iyauliana's gasp brought it back to attentive guard.
Until one day Nicaise recieved a curt insistent rapping at his door. Without stood the Necromancer Gihl, in sweeping black cloak.