A harsh ruler

It's late at night when we get out of the brothel and walk towards the harbour. These alleys are different during the night, so I need a few moments to understand which direction to take.

In the end, we reach Diogenes's ship just in time. He's ready to leave as well, and he's ordering his men around.

«My Queen's husband must be a big shot for real,» he comments when he sees us. «The document he signed was accepted without delays. They didn't even complain that it came out of nowhere.»

«The sigil of Kyre is well known in the army,» I reply, shrugging.

I don't even pay too much attention to how Alexander didn't correct Diogenes when he said my Queen. He prefers it to the other option that was explored during the trip.

«No one made problems. They didn't even ask for proof of identity. We've been assigned dock number five for the next year. And they didn't ask a single cent.»