"He was a young thing, only 44,743,562,600 years old." The Guru looked at a dusty picture that was hardly discernible. "Anyways, we don't need to talk about him. He left a while ago."
"Okay," James Bronzeheart said. The dusty picture almost looked... familiar.
"Let's talk about current events," the Guru suggested. "I love to hear about current events. What's going on in the world that you live in?"
"Oh, just a few things." There was something about that picture... "Simon Ulcrates got exiled and Devin McCown wants to be ruler of Las Aminour."
"Ah yes, those young fellows. How long ago it seems that they were just children. Just like my last apprentice."
The picture seemed to have shaggy, blonde hair.
"Did you know, that in Las Aminour, a day is 10 minutes? My last apprentice found that out. What a smart lad he was. I wonder where he went off to."
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The Saga of Las Aminour
General FictionA capitol that will end in hellfire begins with an election of a man named "tyrant".
