“Politics is all.” He bent over the desk and wrote something in elegant cursive. “To think, if this man hadn’t died, Nalah would have accomplished her task in short order, and she and Esh may never have reunited, which would have meant Esh’s power would not have manifested.” Stuffing the note in an envelope, he handed the paper to Fallon.
She took it with quick flick of her hand, her gaze steady and unflinching on his. “Crazy to think how things work sometimes.”
“Indeed. How do you believe things work, Dragon Slayer?”
She snorted, straightening up, her body language that of one ready to depart. “I don’t care about gods or heavens or politics. I swing my sword and take down any in my way, and the moving of the pawns I’ll leave to all of you who enjoy sitting behind the desks.”
“As you say. Please give my regards to Lord Kyo,” he replied, courtesy in every line of his body.
She inclined her head and turned to go. When she was halfway to the door, he called out, “And please give my highest respect to the Most Great One, Master and UnMaster of all.”
Fallon spun to face him while walking backwards, still heading towards the exit. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her voice and countenance amused confusion. And she spun around again and continued to the door.
He lowered himself to his seat. “Oh yes…”
Tenro’s hilt gleamed against Fallon’s coppery-red hair, visible only a moment before the swordswoman exited the room.
“I’m sure.”
The End