On the day of Vane’s funeral the Sorceress Queen called for a holiday. Criers had been sent into the city to inform her subjects of the event, and of her desire that all citizens take this time to remember those lost since the birth of the Gorge. In Dorr, the vast plains-nation west of the plateau a similar practice was kept whenever one of noble blood passed away, declaring a day of the dead. She thought it appropriate, for her consort had come from that stock, the son of a merchant lord out of Hansfil, but too she saw it as a way to give respect for all the rest. Tanum had not rested since that night when the spires crumbled, and she herself, weary and worn, wits frayed, could live vicariously through her people as they enjoyed their day off.
There was no rest for Karina Karr. Her holiday was filled with meetings with her council, the commanders of her Throneguard, and Chula’s delegation. They began with