Tempest of LiesChapter 16
Marris sighed as he stood just outside the carriage which had served as the slaves' sleeping quarters after their night with the Urisi sailors. Wind whipped off the ocean and blew his hair before his eyes. "This is most unusual, my Lord." "Nevertheless, you will honor my request," said Mandas. He stood facing the wind so the breeze would push back whatever few strands of hair had escaped his ruthless brush and gel. "Or are you to tell me the renowned hospitality of the great Ambassador...