You're Going to Feel Some Kind of Way

It was midday. Outside, the birds sang and the temperature was balmy, but a cool breeze off of the ocean swept through the King's office chamber, sliding through the rear window and moving out the wide open front door. Only the breeze made the day's heat tolerable. Had the winds been still, Chimera would have been miserable as he worked.

Business had been slow lately as he had not been purchasing slaves. Not only did there seem to be a supply shortage, but a lot had been going on with the pack. He'd spent quite a bit of time with Dalila, helping the woman recover from her encounter with her now dead rapist. He enjoyed spending time with her these days. She was... calming. Her nature helped to temper him. With Dalila, there was no nonsense. She was what she was. Chimera had been neglecting his books though, so today he worked on the pile of ledgers.

The black and white brute sent Roc to fetch Siren. Another part of the business that he'd taken care of involved her, so she deserved to know. The man lay on the woven straw mats in his spacious office, ledgers and rolls of parchment spread out around him. There was a dish of charcoal sticks sitting beside him and Erystotle had brought his lunch and tea already and Chi nibbled here and there while he worked and waited for his sister.

"Chimera"