Chapter Twenty Four, The youngest Master.
A fire burned in a bare room at the Mithran cloisters in the City of the Gods. A bleak view of cold, stony mountains could be seen from the window. The room was stone walled with little to no decorations. It was fitted with only the necessities; a bed, a filled bookshelf, a table and a chair.
The occupant of the room kneeled before the hearth, the flames glowing purple with the fires of his Gift. He sat upright, back rigidly upright, his bearing was proud and his expression arrogant as he listened to the image in the fire.
"...of Idramm. What ever is happening here in Corus, it is big."
"Who brought you the books?" the man questioned
"A girl and a man." Master Raquel answered, "The man was tall, brown haired and he had hazel eyes. The girl was small."
"Nothing else about her?"
"She wore a cloak and hood the entire time." The master said
"How peculiar."
"Yes, indeed, but she spoke as one used to command, as did the man."
"And why should I want to come to Corus on the basis of a man and mysterious girl's word?"
"You are powerful enough to defeat this sorcerer. And we both know what portents have been seen. Besides, there is only one place a sorcerer would want to put a spell like this. I read more in the runes than I told the girl."
"You suspect high treason?" The man raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"I do." Raquel nodded his head gravely. "But remember, two nights from now is Midwinter. I suspect that the attack will come then. A feast is always held at the palace for midwinter."
"Very well master Raquel. I will depart at once. I suppose it is my duty to the Crown."
"Indeed it is." The older man's face was solemn. "It is time to face the world again, Master Thom."
His face resolute, Thom of Trebond nodded in agreement.
Ok, that was too short, have another chapter… but if anyone complains about the length again…