Maraus, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 77th day of Fall, Arenfall
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"How is the meat, brother?" Prince Arterius sipped his tea from the cup, hoping that it will help him digest the heavy meal he had during breakfast.
Prince Veritus looked at him yawning. He wasn't looking at his brother but rather beyond the barren landscape of the mines, ignoring his brother's question.
"It's been two days, brother." Prince Veritus sighed. "When are you going back to Arteria?" He asked bluntly.
"Arteria…" Prince Arterius guffawed, "You do know that I do not have a place there…at least not yet…not until—"
"I saw those weird-looking stones yesterday." Prince Veritus stood up from his seat and continued to gaze at the gray and cloudy horizon, still refusing to look at his elder brother. "Those things don't strike me as much of a weapon unlike what your ideas did."