Invented Azorius thopters

          "Perfection," Dovin said simply. "The ability to refine a thing, little by little, until it becomes a true exemplar of what it was meant to be. A machine, a bureaucracy, a dance—the form matters little, only the process." His face took on a blissful look, the first emotion Ral had seen him show. "Supreme Judge Isperia has been kind enough to let me work within the Azorius, and I believe she has been very pleased by the results."

          "Evidently," Ral murmured. He thought of the ever-watching thopters, which by all account were an invention Dovin had brought with him. It must help with perfection when you know what everyone is doing all the time.


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The Gathering Storm, Chapter 8