"The iron rod...I always read in the human books about the myth of the left hand holding the iron rod; could that mean that the iron rod is the mate of the left arm? But how does that even work? And who the hell are the wise men?"
Hera said as she plopped back on the floor. She'd been pacing around for a while now, and her anxiety was slowly getting to her being scared. Fear was something strange, especially from a woman who was supposed to get a handle on herself, but how could she?
They were running out of time. Ten minutes had already gone by because they were trying to decipher a code that could probably not even work.
"I think I understand what it means. The wise men are always associated with guiding the rulers, like a council or right-hand men.