The Inept, The Drunk And The Gambler

ZINA

Tension filled the room as small groups were formed and whispered conversations were had. Zina simply hovered about on unsteady feet, feeling a pain at the bottom of her abdomen. The pain only flared whenever she pressed at the offending area.

She groaned, trying hard to keep her eyes on the small groups as she hovered at the walls of the room like an insipid wallflower. No matter how much she tried though, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had missed out on a whole yarn of conspiracy… well, more like she was left out on one but that was about the same point she was making.

She couldn't believe she had been that oblivious. And as she watched those little groups of people with a common mind make alliances, and create bonds, the Thralgor Spy guild she had created for the sole purpose of monitoring the elites of their society seemed like some crude joke to herself.