The lovely but faded villa of Zaethus Nauripides
stands on a small plantation near the city gate. Over
the generations, both the sorcerer-kings ruinous
taxes and the surrounding estates shady maneuvering have eaten away at the Nauripides lands. Now,
surrounded by thin fields of low, dry wheat plants,
the villa displays the last faded elegance of a once great family.
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