Day 42, Summer of 512 AV
Night
Traveler's Row
Night
Traveler's Row
Eridanus retired to his room in the affordable lodgings graciously provided to visitors, yawning as he removed the outer articles of his clothing and placing them neatly by the side of the room. His mind was heavy with the announcement made by the head honcho of the city. Although he knew that there was nothing much he could do but wait until the expedition departed, his body was buzzing with an equal mix of anticipation and apprehension.
What could he do?
Turning to Wysar as he began systematically folding his clothing, he returned to his bed, sitting cross-legged on it as he reflected on the previous incidents in Alvadas - the dreams and uneasiness that made him and his konti companion travel the length of the Suvan Sea. He thought of the current incidents, and what may come later.
His mark tingled mildly as his thoughts turned to the God of Conviction, which brought his mind to Evantia. The holy aura that anticipated movements, allowing him to know what would come next. He wondered if Avalis' mark was similar in that while Evantia was short-term while Avalis' was long-term. Perhaps he should probably ask Nira'lia about it.
Discipline.
He tried his best to portray that ideal, and always did so with steeliness in body and mind. It was what he could do to-
Preparation.
That was it! There was something he could do after all. Waiting was not going to solve problems. No, Wysar would have wanted him to strengthen his body and mind. He did not help those who did not help themselves, and he knew now what else he could do. It required extensive work, but he could not afford to be lazy.
That was not becoming of a Faithful indeed.
What could he do?
Turning to Wysar as he began systematically folding his clothing, he returned to his bed, sitting cross-legged on it as he reflected on the previous incidents in Alvadas - the dreams and uneasiness that made him and his konti companion travel the length of the Suvan Sea. He thought of the current incidents, and what may come later.
His mark tingled mildly as his thoughts turned to the God of Conviction, which brought his mind to Evantia. The holy aura that anticipated movements, allowing him to know what would come next. He wondered if Avalis' mark was similar in that while Evantia was short-term while Avalis' was long-term. Perhaps he should probably ask Nira'lia about it.
Discipline.
He tried his best to portray that ideal, and always did so with steeliness in body and mind. It was what he could do to-
Preparation.
That was it! There was something he could do after all. Waiting was not going to solve problems. No, Wysar would have wanted him to strengthen his body and mind. He did not help those who did not help themselves, and he knew now what else he could do. It required extensive work, but he could not afford to be lazy.
That was not becoming of a Faithful indeed.