CHAPTER 3: Like Father, Like Son
The red-gold sky of Aiur radiated the strong, midday light of noon. Adun strolled out of the Tribunal, deeply lost in his thoughts. He did not know how he was going to succeed without the support of the Conclave.
Stepping out through the high archway, Adun collided into a young Zealot, who stared at him in surprise. "Pardon me, Master Adun, for obstructing your path," apologised the young warrior.
Adun looked at the Zealot, whose armour bore the markings of the Ara Tribe. There was a familiar look about the warrior's face, the proud way in which he carried himself and the very manner in which he spoke. He looked almost like... Khanoz.
"I am his son, Master, my name is Aldaris," the warrior replied, almost as if he had read Adun's mind.
A new idea dawned upon the High Templar. Aldaris could play a key role in earning Khanoz's support in educating the Rogue Tribes. "Aldaris," he asked. "Do you know of the Rogues?"
Aldaris stared at him in horror. "Master Adun," he said. "You are forbidden to speak of them. They are heretics and traitors, who accept not the Khala. I am forbidden by oath of the Conclave to have the slightest dealings with them."
Adun gazed upon the young warrior's face. He could sense Aldaris' willingness and zeal in obeying his masters, and knew then that he would have to carry his plans to fruition on his own.
The red-gold sky of Aiur radiated the strong, midday light of noon. Adun strolled out of the Tribunal, deeply lost in his thoughts. He did not know how he was going to succeed without the support of the Conclave.
Stepping out through the high archway, Adun collided into a young Zealot, who stared at him in surprise. "Pardon me, Master Adun, for obstructing your path," apologised the young warrior.
Adun looked at the Zealot, whose armour bore the markings of the Ara Tribe. There was a familiar look about the warrior's face, the proud way in which he carried himself and the very manner in which he spoke. He looked almost like... Khanoz.
"I am his son, Master, my name is Aldaris," the warrior replied, almost as if he had read Adun's mind.
A new idea dawned upon the High Templar. Aldaris could play a key role in earning Khanoz's support in educating the Rogue Tribes. "Aldaris," he asked. "Do you know of the Rogues?"
Aldaris stared at him in horror. "Master Adun," he said. "You are forbidden to speak of them. They are heretics and traitors, who accept not the Khala. I am forbidden by oath of the Conclave to have the slightest dealings with them."
Adun gazed upon the young warrior's face. He could sense Aldaris' willingness and zeal in obeying his masters, and knew then that he would have to carry his plans to fruition on his own.