The mirror shimmers in the light, the guards heaving its weight into the room, careful not to let it fall. I've invited Juri, the Marshall, because if anyone else deserves to be here to hear Asher's words then it'd be him.
And of course, I don't like arguing with him on orders, Asher has a firmer grip on the man and the rest of the city's officials, the Nobles and aristocrats whisper his name in dark corners and dread his appearance. It irks me that even with such fear of the man, I can't seem to channel it into my rule of the city.
If I did then things like this wouldn't happen. Protesting the worship of the God of Undead and Unrighteous Souls? That's asking to be turned into a fucking zombie. But the man to do the turning is far away doing Vuius knows what and I'm stuck dealing with the gutsy bastards who think it's a better idea to test me.