Away from the gathering crowd drawing into the Chamber of Jollity, Gairynzvl enjoyed the liberty of a hot bath and the opportunity to change his clothes. Dressing in those Veryth had left for him, which seemed to have been adapted to fit him perfectly; he stood before a mirror inspecting his unfamiliar reflection while a male attendant laced the garments round his wings. When the attendant finished this solitary task and had departed, a soft knock sounded upon the chamber door.
Starting backwards, Gairynzvl prepared to defend himself, his wings flexing mightily as he tested their strength, but no oppressor or diabolical demon burst into the room intent upon doing him harm and, after a moment, he let out a sharp hiss of breath in exasperation with himself. The soft knock came again, this time slightly more urgently, and he stepped closer to the portal, reaching hesitantly for the…
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