A lone black feather drifted down toward the floor in the imperial palace's second-most important chamber – the court meeting hall. Right before it even touched the floor a servant boy hurriedly ran up to sweep it away. The bird that felled it croaked in disappointment, but let it be. It had more important things to do than picking hairs off a twelve year old.
The bird landed silently upon one of the long wooden beams crossing the hall. Below him the imperial court was spread out – small men in heavy silken garbs with mustaches as thin as the hair on their aging scalps.
“What of these words is it that you cannot manage to understand? RE-MO-VE. Oust, exterminate, whatever you wish. These people, no, these creatures that claim to have tamed the powers of the heavens – these mages! Laosu, what does their deception bring with it but destruction and heaven's wrath and that alone? What, I ask you, what?”
The stocky man loudly proclaiming his messag