>>5420590>"This is quite something..."Ursanga smiles, bowing again. "My Lord's servant is most grateful for the praise. First impressions are always important, no?"
But there it is again, that glimmer in his eyes. Interestingly, you do not see it in the faces of the other officers. You clear your mind, meeting his gaze squarely and holding it. The moment seems to stretch, two wills groping blindly in a spider's web, each afraid to reach for the other for fear of what they might wake. What does he want? Weapons, of course, and silver to buy them, as would any soldier. But there is something more, something sparkling under those brows...
Hope. Hope, you realise, that with the coming into power of a new man, a new direction will be chosen. Hope that you are every bit as ardent to assert yourself as he, hope that you can rise above the tiresome bureaucracy that for so long has stifled him and kept him chained in place, and that he can rise with you. Here stands a man whose ambition far outgrew his status, a man who knows what he wants and knows that he has done everything he can to seize it and has failed, whose future now hangs in the balance; an eternity of stagnation, or a fiery summit to whatever end. A man who has suddenly been presented with a new chance to bend his world to his own desires, but must come to terms with this horrible truth - that the decision is not his to make.
>A lion in a cage, and I hold the key.>Best not to think of what he could do if freed.>There is something of me in him, and him in me. 