Malikily walks over to Xo and asks him, "What do you know about the Rightful Queen?"
The Tortle looks at Malikily, but hesitates, shocked. He was not used to being ignored. He says slowly, "I know not who this Queen is, nor do I anything about her." The Tortle settles his mood, waiting to understand where he is.
Seeing a face he recognizes, Akyan walks over to Sun Wukong. "Wukong, it's been a long time."
Rieka doesn't have a good answer for Malilkily, so she ignores him. Instead she makes her way to where Sir Percival is, and tries to block his path.
"Hey. I heard that you know something about the rightful queen. Would you mind sharing that with us?"
"Akyan, old friend. You must have gotten my letter!" Wukong replies.
Thalanil is still waiting for "The President" to explain to him why he should trust him, for he has barely any idea who he is.
"You do have no idea who I am, but I need your help. If anyone should be trusting of anyone, I should be trusting the royal guards."
Sheerow, seeing Akayan move over to his old friend Wukong, follows him. "Hey!" She replies, in a friendly tone. Though it's strange, she keeps quiet after that, intently listening to their conversation with a smile.
Malikily scans the room for Sir Parcival, but Sir Parcival is gone.
"Letter? What letter?"
"I sent it to you ages ago, but that matters not. You've come to help the people of Las Aminour! Come, we have much to speak about; Sheerow is welcome to."
"Of course---Thank you, Wukong." Sheerow nods in acknowledgement. "What can we do to help, where should we start? We have a whole party of folks that seem ready to help out, at least I believe."
"Come to Twinking Hold, my home. You will find that everything you need to know is there."
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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".
