Chapter 3

A lead

 

The sun was setting, and Borelen was dressing for the next party, this time hosted at lord Yolmir’s mansion. It was baffling for Borelen to think that even though the town seemed to be losing so much of its food supplies, people were still able to throw parties, even though, those parties were for political gain and trading. He finished putting on his suit, the last button clicking into place, and his orfae, a plant with different colors that is traditionally worn for occasions such as this, tucked in a pocket on his sleeve. He put on his hat and left towards Yolmir mansion. The streets were not very busy now, most people had either gone to their homes after work or were going to the party, that is, mostly the wealthy. Borelen arrived at the mansion, men and women wearing silk suits with many colors, their orfae’s creating a forest of blues, greens, purples, and many more, Borelen moved through the crowd and entered the mansion. in front of him a spray of tables clad in white cloth, the smell of food hanging in the air. He marched to take a seat when Lord Yolmir clanged his cup, 

“Ladies and gentlemen I have brought us here today to dine and enjoy company, but as I stand here in front of you, seeing the food and thinking of the beautiful luxury Taral has shown us, I wanted to remind us of the gifts Yol blessed us with and the protection he bestowed upon us in this troubling times, may Yol bless you. “

That was a weird remark but nothing too out of the ordinary after all Yolmir used to be a teacher of the Yolrach. “A Sure knob that guy is, if anything Yol is the one causing this land's death” a man said next to Borelen, who appeared to be Lord Talent, “ Lord Telant I did not expect to see you here”. 

“Not all of us were as unlucky as others,” he said with a smirk.

“You see Borelen, the world is not dying as our friend there says it is simply changing and with it bringing new things which some of us will know how to use and the others… well the others are destined to be ruled” 

“Well but by make…” Borelen said 

“You must excuse me, I need to leave,” Talent said walking away.

Well, that was abrupt Borelen thought. Borelen never did like Telant, He always seemed to think himself higher than others not to mention violent, Telant was right though, the world was changing but creating a monarchy only for the most adaptable was not the way, why would they change their way of rule it is one of the last remnants from the old world or maybe Telant was right maybe the world is changing and a monarchy would save them.

“Ah why lord Borelen it is you,” lord Yolmir said, a worn face, gray hair flailing on top.

“I was very sorry to hear about the fire such an unfortunate event”

“Yes we lost some good men in there, but I still can’t put my finger on what happened there,” Borelen said

“By the way that was a nice speech, giving some hope and courage,” Borelen said

“Well yes that was my intention, people have begun to lose hope for the land's revival since the crops are dying and the land is slowly receding, although you must agree something is happening,” lord Yolmir said.