"Kauwa stood in one of the balconies of the palace, looking down at the servants and courtiers milling about below. The tranquil expression on her face belied the ferocity of the thoughts inside, cogs turning with plans and strategies. She could envision it right now, this very courtyard up in flames, while she watched from above. She could almost hear the screams of the victims, feel the warmth of the flames as it consumed everyone and everything, including her. Her skin would blister and pop, flesh and bone consumed, but she'd be at peace, her oath finally fulfilled. But patience, not yet. Everything still had to be put in place." "I know you're there, you know," "she called to user behind her." "Don't stand there like a scared child. What is it?"