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The High Warlord

When one is a child everything seems much bigger than it actually is. When one is a child, something frightening can be even more so.

"He's real?" asked Ekoto while some children sat by a fountain. "I always thought he was just some old ghost story. One that gave me nightmares too!"

"Gave you nightmares?" asked Balor. "I had many nightmares involving him. A monster bigger than any mountain with wings that can cover the entire sky so you can't see the suns!"

"No, no." said Chinggis. "He's more like half Labinnac, half flyer. About seven feet high with grey feathers and large clawed feet. He has a wingspan of about ten feet and large, red glowing eyes. My grandfather told me." Chinggis' grandfather was well known amongst the adults for great exaggerations.

"I heard that… What did I hear?" Kashta looked around as he tried to remember what he had heard.

"Where is Brigid?" asked Ekoto, speaking to Balor. "Where is Borte? Where is Pebatjma? Why is it just us boys out here?"

"Brigid is… Uh…" Balor paused. He wasn't exactly sure how to put it. "Being taught to distribute tea." That was simple enough.

"What?" asked Ekoto, flatly.

"It's an art apparently." Stated Balor. The real reason was to keep Brigid out of danger. Having her learn how to distribute tea was just one way to do so.

"Doesn't it just require pouring the stuff into the cup?" asked Kastha.