The timbre in his voice resounded a character of good quality. His richly clothed tones of resonantly painted words imparted only but a little of his sadness as he spoke.
"Master Azlan, what would you have us do?"
The great Lion closed his eyes as though he were resting them.
He could hear the future as it advanced, he could sense the destinies of men and saw the mountains erode with the seas washing over; he felt the mass, he heard the murmur, he saw the presence of the Holy and the true.
He condensed the wayward and sloughs of the irritant, he went to that silent place of all answers, and then, he knew.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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