Before the treasury doors, as they barred the way against bloodshot eyes of servants and nobles alike, they we…
Before the treasury doors, as they barred the way against bloodshot eyes of servants and nobles alike, they were indeed afraid.
They feared the sight of those exalted lords, driven to madness by the thunder of iron hooves at the gates, scavenging for gold with faces more hideous than any specter.
Yet, when the shackles were locked and they were dragged into the sunless Imperial Prison, they ceased their trembling.
Upon the eve of their end, they raised their voices in song.