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Fierce winds swept in from the northeast. Whooooooo!!!!!!!!!! They howled like beasts in agony, their eerie cries echoing between heaven and earth.
Lordaeron City had been quiet lately. The controversy over relocating the capital had erupted without warning, only to come to an abrupt halt. Rex found that incredible.
Still, both King Genn and Rex considered it the best possible outcome that the relocation controversy had not continued to escalate.
As for the earl who had proposed moving the capital, King Genn had kicked him straight back to his own domain. On the surface, he had merely lost his position in Lordaeron City, while his private lands remained unaffected. But everyone knew that, having angered King Genn and fallen from favor, he had become a lamb, with countless people sharpening their knives and waiting to slaughter him.
The matter was over!
No one knew when it might be dredged up again, but that was a concern for another day.
With the relocation controversy settled, Rex felt much better, and his attention returned to the Cult of the Damned.
He personally oversaw the investigation, reviewing the information Orys gathered every day and repeatedly considering the Cult of the Damned's next move.
"You're here, Orys. Sit," Rex said from his seat in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.
The air around him was fresh. It had just rained, and the air was at its freshest after the rain cleared.
When Rex saw Orys stride into the courtyard, he smiled and greeted him.
Orys bowed to Rex before sitting down. He did not presume on their familiarity, but the moment he sat, he spoke eagerly. "Your Highness, this is