Ruchi sat cross-legged next to Xael, who sat right next the Ilharess. Her sitting-pose, a feign at calmness in the throne room of cold stone and bone. A symbol of her will, and yet inside she was shaking. "That's Malla Ilharess for you, Ruchi!" Ruchi bowed deeply and devoutly, her forehead touched the ground. But inside she mocked the etiquette. When Ruchi sat back down, she returned her barefoot legs into a cross-legged position. Suddenly a massive, singular blow thundered from the the basement cellar right below the throne room. Was that Lyr'sa's master-hammer? She was the only one absent. A few darkelves shuttered at the unexpected thrum. Lyr'sa had seemed conflicted, but this was something more meaningful. How odd. The thrum turned into a shimmering fade that dragged on and on. How Perfect. Ruchi let go of her thoughts and was able to enter a deep trance, leaving behind the throne room to reach the empty space.
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