"Enakhra is waiting at the Pyramid now," Yrota continued. "She fears traitors, so she set out alone. I'm sure she is ready for you to arrive."
Azzanadra nodded. "We'll set out immediately," he replied.
"Azzanadra," spoke up Akthanakos. "I'm not cut out for diplomatic meetings, and it looks like you've got enough protection. I'd like to go check on Dante and the old hut, just to see."
Azzanadra smiled. "Go ahead, my friend. I'll be fine."
Akthanakos nodded. "Best of luck," he said, before he turned and started walking over the dunes of the desert towards his old home.
Azzanadra turned back to Yrota. "By the way, I wanted to give you something, Yrota."
Yrota looked puzzled. "What do you have?"
Azzanadra spoke a word, and a small pouch he carried at his waist swelled. From within, he removed a long purple staff with a head that was a cross overlapping a circle. He handed the staff to Yrota. "It's a special staff i contructed myself. It uses Lord Zaros's blood to focus his magic. You've seen it in action, so you should be able to work out how to do it."
Yrota's eyes lit up. "Zaros's magic? I'll definitely try my best. Thanks, Azzanadra."
Azzanadra smiled. "Zaros wanted you to have it. With Amsca gone, you're our last link with this Kingdom."
Yrota nodded. "It is a shame, but we're doing our best to stabilize. Zaros won't have to wait long before we're back to our old strength."
"Here's hoping. I'll be back shortly; hopefully my meeting won't last long."
Azzanadra bade farewell to Yrota, and then he headed southeast toward the pyramid that towered over the surrounding desert. The pyramid had been constructed in honor of King Set, the former King of Kharid and father of the late King Amsca. It was a monstrous structure, with a tall flight of stone steps carving their way up to the apex. Four obelisks marked the four corners at the base, each resonating with a strange magic.
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