Yaels Death
Fingers stroked the hair one last time to be sure, Yes the Beard looked good he decided. He was pleased with the sharply defined edge and neatly trimmed follicles, They added a certain image he was proud of. He had certain standards to maintain after all. He turned to look out of his office window, Several dozen lights flashed in the clouds below him indicating more new arrivals to his domain. They would be processed by one of his Rangels and put to work somewhere within his vast organization. The Spires were lit and his will was in the process of being distributed, today looked like it was going to be a good day. With his beard primed he adjusted his robes and turned to walk towards his desk, as he did documents, files and folders started to materialize on it, Arranged in neat orderly rows, stacked for the efficiency of space and color coded for ease of inspection. He sat in the plush leather-backed chair and shuffled it forwards into the small nook molded into the desk,