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Chapter 11

Zanzar appreciated the ways of the tribe. But as perfect as they were, Zanzar
had ambitions on a much larger scale. But he had learned valuable lessons in
his time there. He would not flee from the Empire and live in exile, but hide
in plain sight and join it, make it his own, forge it into what he wishes it
to be. Using the examples and lessons he had learned from the tribe, and his
new musical talents, the idea of the Grand Performance was born. The perfect
working army, society, and Empire, the Grandest scale of perfection that could
ever be. The very fire that brought him to where he was today, was born in the
village he still visited every year. Zanzar returned each year as a showing of
respect and gratitude, as well as to share songs and tales. This year he had
gone for advice as well, he was facing down a big task, overthrowing the
Emperor. Everything in his life was riding on his next movements, it was live
or die with dangerous moves like this. He had gathered the insight he needed,
while thinking on the task the lord Rillan had given him to study and
interpret his sacred tenants. He had been gone a month, he did not know the
Empire he was returning to. The army was living on scraps and trade had ground
to a halt. All recruitment efforts had failed. The Emperor was content with
letting the Empire crumble, and Zanzar would not tolerate that. It was him or
the Emperor. He would do everything he could to show the Lords of the Empire
that only he could revive the Empire, and to do so, Varkal must be unseated,
or the Empire may never fully recover.