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"You're too kind, friend. I am only a newly ascended being. There's no need for too much praise."
The pavilion sat raised like a skyscraper above the grounds below, open to the sky on all sides, wind moving through it steady and cold. Standing at its edge, shaking hands with a line of royals and royal guards that showed no sign of shortening, was a well-built, bulky man with red hair and the particular ease of someone who had learned to perform modesty without actually feeling it.
Grand Regent Inkous of the Dual Moon Institute.
He moved through the line without rushing. Firm grip, eye contact, a word or two for each person. The kind of social fluency that didn't come naturally to most and looked effortless on him.
