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Rar-sh bowed her head, and closed her eyes. She knew why she was there. Well she thought she knew, her lord and saviour sat in his stone throne. One of his legs was raised as his ankle rested on his opposite knee. The kings posture was slouched and his head rested loosely on his closed fist. The last battle was a failure. The goblin army was destroyed and the reason unknown. Rar-sh fidgeted on the spot as the kings officials red out the crimes of others. Her black nails dug into her hands as she closed her eyes tighter. She waited for her judgment but a word was never spoken to her. The officials left and the guards escorted the prisoners away. All that was left was Rar-sh and Algar the king she revered.