Role

Chapter 4

Istdinen forced down the anger within him trying to consider all of the facts
that the Gods of the Light might have taken into acount in their decision to
make Corsix the next Cardinal of the Acolytes. He has worked hard towards the
goal and in his heart and mind it had been his. Then again half of him, using
all the reason he honed during his many years said that the decision was best
for the Fortress and not just his own agenda. His face was placid, but beneath
roiled great turmoil. It was not his to decide and the Gods, all knowing, would
do what was best for the whole. Lookingdown at his fork he frowned. His line of
thought had drifted, the passages had begun to make no sense. He would have to
rework those. Cumbling the last couple of parchment in hand he pulled several
fresh ones to begin again, but the quill never left the ink well. A deep, agitated
sigh was the answer to staring upon the new, blank sheets. It would wait till
his mind clearned. A human no less! Quick to judge and jump! No.. no.. he would
work within the ways taught and learned. The ways that were for the best.

Hiajist's health still concerned him. His palor grew worse daily, but his mettle
never slowed. Not that he expected it to, but if he culd boon him some of his own
essence, if the Gods saw fit, he would. Hiajist's strength was not in question to
Istdinen, just his longevity. Perhaps he could find a way to heal even that
through use of his own life force. A positive infusion as a counter to the
necromantic's negative. The knowledge was there, he would simply have to convince
the Gods of Light to teach it to him.

With a dissaproving look that once again quickly faded from his face as fast as it
came, he pushed his notebook forward and folded it's contents neatly upon the desk,
lifting shield and weapons he made his way out of the Hall of Light and into that
of the Fire to work off this rare show of anger and emotion, gathering himself to
sweat and strain away his frustrations in physical training before once again
approaching his work on the knoledge healing arts gifted by the Sublime Lady. In
the mean time he would also have to contact a craftsman to mend the surface of
his desk. Dragon scales were as strong as the books had suggested..