Nowaru

"Pompous turkeys," Adalika stated briefly, watching with interest as the agitated crowd and tense officials from the council bustled about. When chaos reigned in the square, the Tiliian took advantage of the situation to quietly slip away from the front rows and took a comfortable position further away from the execution site, listening to the councilors' final verdict. "No discipline, no control, no independent thought. It's time for our order to annex this backwater. It used to be a kingdom, the inhabitants were slaves, they were born slaves, they grew up as slaves, we captured them as slaves, and we sold them as slaves. And now they've come up with rights and freedoms for themselves, dressed in expensive clothes, and decided to philosophize about morality, culture, and enlightenment. There's only one person worthy of respect, and maybe not even a person at all, judging by his power and reputation, and even he, it seems, can't take a step without his sister's word. Oh, well." Adalika sighed as the crowd slowly began to disperse in different directions. "And yet, how I love Ilinar! What a beautiful place! And what an enchanting atmosphere! And how brightly the sun shines! ...I hope this time is enough for our people to rescue her from captivity." With these thoughts, the rogue headed to the arena, where she caught the end of the first battle, firmly deciding to observe a couple more fights.