“I have another name,” said Laromendis, standing, as he knew this discussion was coming to a close. “Tandarae, the newly appointed Lorekeeper of the Taredhel. He understands there are powerful beings on this world, and that having them as friends is a better choice than trying to conquer them. Were there a million of us here, the war would already have begun, I fear, but we have perhaps ten thousand or so who now cling to the legacy of the stars. It’s both a sad time and a time for opportunity, Pug. Tandarae, keep his name in mind, and if you ever have cause to speak with anyone in the Regent’s Meet, it would have to be with discretion, but he’s the one.”

Pug nodded. “I will remember. Thank you.”

Laromendis left, and Pug sighed. He had much to do, but it seemed that at the top of the list now was a quick visit to Elvandar.

Amirantha was astonished at the insight and observational skills of the elf. Gulamendis had quickly digested all that Amirantha had come to understand out of the tome they had removed from Queg, and then in short order had drawn some conclusions from the material that left him doubting his own intelligence; they were obvious once they were pointed out. The elf was slightly arrogant at times, but for the most part was respectful of the work Amirantha had done and on more than one occasion had complimented him on a particular insight or conclusion. Amirantha was forced to either become increasingly annoyed with the elf’s attitude or accept it for what it was; he chose the latter, because he was forced to admit that it was closer to his own manner and behavior than anyone else he had ever met.

He was taking a break from the work, leaving Gulamendis on his own, as the Warlock had given everything he had to give, and really was tired of reading, discussing, and wondering. He simply needed a few moments outside, in the fresh air, away from worry and concern.

That sense of freedom from worry and concern vanished a moment later when Sandreena’s voice cut through the air: “Amirantha! I need a word.”

As he turned to watch her approach, two things struck him simultaneously: the first was she still took his breath away, despite the martial apparel. All too well he knew how she looked without the armor, tunic, and trousers. The second was he knew it was going to be many more than one word. He recognized that expression.

Deciding it was time to say little and listen, he said, “Of course, Sandreena. What is it?”

She paused, looking at him, gauging his expression and manner, deciding exactly what to say next, then she blurted, “I’ve been made Mother-Bishop of the Order in the west.”