Sangermitt

Tålãríùs~FC~Añéé§hã~Véñ~AMB: later, having
bidden My farewells to the FreeWomen and
returned to the small room that serves as office in
the Court, I take out the scroll and wonder what fate
has carried it here. The only time its name was
spoken before was in jest ...dezra asking “anything
else Master?” ... My reply along the lines of"... aye,
find Me the Lost Scroll of Sangermitt ..." chuckles.
I consider.... who heard My words in that crowded Court and acted on
them? A Guest, Guard, one of the Home, Free or slave...?not dezra, she
values her hide too well to keep a secret from Me. I return to My
interpretation of the scroll.... damn this ancient script...there are parts yet
unclear to Me....
With a sigh I return it to its casing, having copied down as much as I can
decipher ... a sigh born of frustration and a realisation where My next
steps should take Me...Lar-Torvis lights the room...where went the night? I
summon a Guard to accompany Me and, scroll in hand, walk through the
empty Court and out into the street.
There is little on the streets as We walk to the Cylinders, following the
sounds of chanting and bells. At the Cylinder of Castes We ascend the
outer stairwell, receiving nods from the Guards at each level until
reaching the uppermost floor, there to be received by a young Initiate who
enquires politely Our business.
Tålãríùs~FC~Añéé§hã~Véñ~AMB : I am here to see Quintus, tell Him it is a
matter of great urgency that We must discuss.
The boy retires behind the heavy door and, after a delay of some ehn, reappears
to invite Me, though not of course the Warrior, inside.
I see Quintus, High Initiate of Ven'dara waiting to receive Me, a sour look
of displeasure on His face.
Qùîñtùs¤Veńdårä¤HI : I trust this matter You bring to Me is of sufficient
importance to draw Me away from the Morning Devotions?