Latyurik awoke the next morning in a copse of trees outside of Wolfhelm. His skin was stiff with dried blood, especially about his mouth and hands. Groggy and a bit surprised, he grabbed the lower branches of the nearest tree and hauled himself to his feet.
Flies stirred about him in biting clouds. He stood there a while, swatting furiously, still trying to blink himself back into his full senses. He remembered most of the previous night; The council, his storming egress, and even his short conversation with Alune on the trail to his victory party. The rest was a mite blurry. There was a lot of action and apparently some bloodshed, but was it at the party or somewhere else that he had killed the ambassadors of the Natural agency?
That thought brought him fully awake. The flies enjoyed a
