The Flow of Power, Pt 5
Savoth lounged happily among his fellow senators in their favorite secluded drug-fueled hermitage. He slid a fancy mouthpiece through thin lips and inhaled deeply.
The tube it was connected to filled with a sparkling purplish smoke, which originated from a small tubular glass oven on the table. Inside of the bulbous oven in the middle were a number of purple flowers slowly turning brown from the intense heat surrounding it.
Savoth exhaled with a slow, deep breath before he laid back on his lounge chair.
“What’re we gonna do now?” asked the Senator next to him. “The Chosen got utterly destroyed out there.”
Savoth groaned in response. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with the mess that Gravoss had pushed into their laps. But there was nothing he could do about it now.