The Master

A mentor. A manipulator.

“Fifty of us. Perhaps a hundred. He scans the line. Shaded in black, hidden behind veils, he nevertheless commands all for many miles around. The way he holds himself. The way he walks. I admit it is fear too, fear of what he is. Fear of all that he does. But this city protects him, does it not? Hides him, when flying sparks seeking revenge drift on heated winds to find him? The people of this city protect him not because they must, or because they are frightened, but because they want to. If he was a man of simple violence would they do this? Of course not.”