The pale giant leaned against the raised back, his immense body supported by cushions and draped fabric. Crimson eyes watched the approaching group without surprise. His white skin remained unmarked by the wound Ludwig had inflicted in Solania, though the memory of that attack seemed to linger in the way his gaze settled upon him.
The palanquin had once been carried by the white giants. Now it rested upon a wide platform built directly into the palace floor.
Sloth did not rise or call his servants forward. He barely moved his head.
"You do too much."
The words passed through the chamber without force, yet they reached every person clearly.
