"Keeping a spot safe for my Master. Keeping others out."
A flash of the incident in the Eye ran through his mind. Chandra arriviving, and then Jace later. He couldn’t keep them away. But his Master actually wanted that? Sarkhan shook his head.
"My Master keeps most of the details to himself. That isn’t my job to know what he does. Only what I can do for him."
He grunted. “And…what do you do?”
Hm, how interesting. It seemed Sarkhan was completely fine with what basically amounted to be someone's puppet, but far be it from her to question anyone's decisions in life.
'Ah, I am an artist. My preferred medium is poetry; it is always a challenge to translate visuals or ideas to words that evoke the same feeling in the reader.'














