A/n: Well here's Rothen...I was asked to do one for Akkarin...I might do that...If so, then 2 left...I think...We'll see! XD. Look at the teeny summary. )


Rothen – The Night Room.

By Puff the magic dragon567

K


Summary: Old habits die hard.


It had taken a while for it to sink in, 'Head of Alchemic Studies'. The idea seemed all too grand to be true…

In fact it was Yaldin who had made the title really sink in. Rothen had instinctively made towards his favourite seat in the Guild Hall that night, what he liked to think of as a hot spot for eaves dropping. Yaldin however, had brought him to his senses with a sharp jerk of his arm and a point at the terrace of seats reserved for the higher magicians.

He looked grimly over the array of people in the hall, his new seat was a great vantage point, but magicians were always very cautious of what they said in front of the higher magician's seats.

The same mundane conversations repeated before his eyes as people posed questions of Sonea's well being to Lady Vinara and insisted that she give her their best wishes.

It seemed like nothing interesting had happened within the guild these last few days, the rumours and discussions concerning his two novices had been completely saturated, nothing remained but some minor cases of disapproval.

Resigned that nothing further of interest would come, he began to relax in his seat and settle down.

That was until an alchemist burst in, had a quick and frantic look around and then darted for the collection of magicians in front of Rothen. He stopped, panting for breath as he met eyes with Lord Peakin.

"Lord Devin's weather tower…" he stuttered through bated breath, "…it has collapsed!" He continued frantically.

A wry smile came to Rothen's aging face; he had to force himself to suppress the snorted laughter that was welling up inside him. After Lord Devin's death, the guild had been stumped as of what to do with the construction; it seemed now that the decision had been made for them.

Rothen observed Lord Peakin's face pale slightly and a frown bridging the gaps between his eyebrows, "Do not worry," he sighed after a few moments of silent contemplation, "We'll sort this out tomorrow."