A few clouds are gathering. Getting dark now, and the clouds are definitely building, illuminated by the green-gold Toledan afterglow of the sun. Green clouds swirl strangely overhead, concentric with the Pyramid. An unseasonable dry warmth wafts a faint smell of ozone across the city. The tension is palpable.
All hell breaks loose.
Assignment 5 - native filters. We came to the Bald Knight 'nigh the solstice. He lay on his pallet, held outside the world of men, clutching a whirling crystal 'twixt his still hands. Sir Guy bade me cleave him head to toe, but my heart was chilled. I dared not raise my sword in the service of the Dark Prince.