464 - The Patter of Rotting Flesh

The rest of that day Kallijas and Chevenga and I went late into the night.  I was mostly dealing with the letters of congratulation and suck upness, with Atzana.  Chevenga had Binchera and Kall had Munirientzas, his own secretary.

The Imperial paperwork easily occupied the six of us until far into the night, especially since there were all the transitional details.
I looked up over the city,