Have I failed the Fathomless One?
Gal-Enshu followed the Syndic's lead quietly, pondering the reason behind his Lord's command.
To be pointed and thrown at his whims was the duty of all those who bore the title of Enshu. Hence, he feared neither death nor torture so long as it was the Fathomless One's wish. However...
My body aches still. It is not the mark of my Lord's threats, for they are a gift to a wretch such as I. No, it is the etched scar of disfavor. A quiver traveled up his spine. He does not trust me anymore. Why else would he grow so close to that harlot? Perhaps he intends to replace me. I would deserve no less, yet it anguishes me all the same.