This is the turbulent sea of your night seething, cross over.
Come Over…Sinthya greets another one of the many Cathraki professors who are jumped-up and important enough to take part in 'the plan'. Suddenly, a slave taps Sinthya on the shoulder before jumping back, and uttering a, "His Most Serene Majesty invites you to meet him up on the cliff, Nobility. I am to show you."
Many rocky steps later, the Tortallan lord reaches the top of the cliff. He nods to the other numerous mages, and they acknowledge him as well. At daybreak the next morning, he collapses from exhaustion. Before closing his eyes, he could see the faint outlines of birds in the horizon. The lord becomes giddy with relief, and collapses relieved. "Soon," he thought, "Tortall will be mine!"