I am seated at a table in a room in a palace fit for a king.  Or a pharaoh, I suppose would be more correct.  Karnak.  It is windy outside.  Flurries of snow, probably just kicked up from a gust, dance around the window.  It is so cold.  No amount of heat could warm this place.

Why are we even here?

I sigh, waving one of Adrian's servants over for ( Read more... )