The Queen of Cheliax stands in a high tower of her palace, one that lets her gaze over the city of Egorian surrounding it; a new city, but a thriving one.  There are taverns and whorehouses open at night, open always.  There are enough souls about the palace with Rings of Sustenance to promote Egorian to the ranks of cities that know no rest.

"I see it," says Abrogail Thrune, letting the exultation that she feels fill her voice unhindered by concealment, only moderately enhanced by Splendour.  "I see Asmodeus's plan."

The Queen of Cheliax stands in a high tower of her palace, one that lets her gaze over the city of Egorian surrounding it; a new city, but a thriving one.  The sun is setting but there will be people in the streets when it is gone, taverns and whorehouses open at night, open always.  There are enough souls about the palace with Rings of Sustenance to promote Egorian to the ranks of cities that know no rest.

"I see it," says Abrogail Thrune, letting the exultation that she feels fill her voice unhindered by concealment, only moderately enhanced by Splendour.  "I see Asmodeus's plan."

The Queen of Cheliax stands in a high tower of her palace, one that lets her gaze over the city of Egorian surrounding it; a new city, but a thriving one.  The sun is setting but there will yet be people in the streets when it is gone, taverns and whorehouses open at night, open always.  There are enough souls about the palace with Rings of Sustenance to promote Egorian to the ranks of cities that know no rest.

"I see it," says Abrogail Thrune, letting the exultation that she feels fill her voice unhindered by concealment, only moderately enhanced by Splendour.  "I see Asmodeus's plan."