The Dream Board
“Thank you for coming to this meeting of the Board,” Derenges said, with a laugh, “as if you had a choice.” The attendees nodded their ascent and murmured as one. The black obsidian table hung in the air, with its legs so small, and so well disguised, that it was possible to imagine that it floated, magically. One of the two guards, holding a pike, shifted slightly causing his armor to clank. “We have a long agenda today. There are…