Taranis' words were a thunder clap in my ears, as a bellow of roaring wrath and rancid hate rattled my mind, silencing all the other voices within me, as the tyrant screamed for the liar's blood. A tempting offer I would have accepted, had I not bitten my tongue to hold back my surging madness with the last bastions of my fleeting sanity.
For how could this man be anything other than a fraud and a charlatan, since even though I was not a participant of the two hundredth and nineteenth Banquet of Concordia in my past life, as I was still neck deep in civil strife and fraternal war, I had still paid attention to it, as it was the first Banquet that was held in my lifetime, so I was certain that it was meant to be held in the lands of the daughters of beauty, the Omorfia Isles, this year.
