Coe strode through the city of Alaentu, mertes bowing in a wave as she glided by. She turned to a merte and said,”Take me to my room.”
The merte replied, “Yes of course Lady Coe.” He scurried off and Coe followed him. He showed her a door and backed away from it bowing. Coe gripped the silver door handle and wrenched it open slamming it behind her.
Coe only had one room but she could live with it. Her walls were black with silver designs of Egain being tortured, dripping their precious silver blood. She took off her dress, leaving on her shift, and walked into her closet, closing the silver sliding door.
There was a long moment of silence, and then the door was flung open and Coe strode out. She was wearing a turtleneck black velvet dress with a skinny bodice. She had a silver choker necklace on with a black and gold flower brooch pinned to her chest. There was one ghotame that the master ghotame hadn’t mentioned to Brigora. It was the Ghotame of Evil.