If the story teller had a mind for detail, he would tell of how imposing the Black Throne was, how it towered over everything and took a hundred full steps just to ascend. At the precipice, the disfigured and repulsive Dark Queen would cackle manically, then swoop down to begin her terrible torture. “It’s just a wooden chair.” I mused, looking down at the unassuming piece of ebony furniture. “And Yavara’s not a wart-covered hag.” Faltia added. The formerly named, ‘Captain Faltius Dafian’ wasn’t quite sucking sycophantic toward me, but she retained her military respect despite my insistence that she not. “Give her time.” I muttered. “She’s ageless.” Soraya noted. 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