The younger master of the house of Eiringel had been scheming of late. It wasn't in his nature and he wasn't particularly good at it. While he excelled at planning, arranging, designing, even formulating, guile and subterfuge had never fully worked for the man. Thinking of his husband, head of the noble house of Eiringel, the man decided again that it was worthwhile. The scheming was bringing the man several kinds of discomfort. The younger master of the house had always felt better thinking of himself simply as a scholar. Scheming in this way felt very much not scholastic. He needed something to feel scholarly with and to gain reprieve, and he found both, as he often did, in a book. The specific book was one of the few sources of viable information he had managed to gather on a race of people who lived in the east. Little was known of them and the people of Aan simply called them felids. Felid meant cat like and was a descriptive term and not a name. The members of this tribe...
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