Latyurik lounged sideways on a long wooden chaise lounge, his weight supported by dozens of pillows. He had set his camp in the midst of Wolfhelm's commons in an area where the grass was shorter. It so happened to be the same place where Keysean and he had played rook. He allowed the memory of their rivalry to orbit his thoughts. A tide of rage swelled in his heart, ebbing only long enough to keep him from lashing out. Latyurik sneered at no one in particular then abruptly smiled and winked at a female watching him from a nearby bed.
Electric fans twirled lazily behind Latyurik's couch. Their cords were plugged into a series of extension cords that coiled off toward the nearby wolf-clan residences. Immediately around him on light-sheeted mattresses were his concubines and offering women.
