Not-So-Secret Dealings

Erendriel did use the supplied Sending scroll the other day in order to give her report on the dangerous scroll shipment. Butthe situation may not be resolved yet. At the moment Erendriel is speaking quietly, in a corner. Which, if you know her, you might think is a sign that she's in trouble in some way. Or getting yelled at for some reason at least. But now, the whole conversation is visibly friendly, though quiet.

Seldan is over in another corner, away from the pool and its petitioners, engaged in silent meditation of his own. He has been here for a couple of hours now, having stalked in and spoken to nobody before settling down into prayer. He had been visibly upset and angry, but some time spent in prayer and meditation seems to have cooled him off; he is now sitting with his sheathed sword over his knees, still apparently not speaking.

Erendriel has, as is usual for Seldan lately, completely unaware that Seldan is there. The group begins to walk a bit, and Seldan therefore gets to overhear. "Nobody believed me that they were a threat." "Of course not. You were not at liberty to tell them what you knew, or how." "Still, did I do it right?" "Close enough. It would be better, for reference, to acquire the items when possible, rather than incinerate them."

The tone of -that- conversation has Seldan's attention, and he raises his head, silently, from his seated position. He does not otherwise move, nor does he speak. He hadn't had a chance to ask the Seers about that ... what are they up to?

Erendriel shrugs "You think so?I mean, you know, when I aid they could be dangerous, people wanted to help." An inquisitor nods "Yes. The work of the Acquistioners is appreciated by the public, and the organization is not secret. But it is better not to talk about it, than to talk about it. The most powerful creators of the most powerful artifacts do not like us, and the less their prying ears hear, the better.

Seldan listens in silence. Is that who she was working for? Much is now explained ... and not necessarily for the better. Elements of his own church are engaged in theft. His frown is one of deep thought as he stands, stretching carefully - he has, after all, been there for a couple of hours, and is fairly stiff, so a couple of *pops* are likely to give his presence away as he bends to pick up the rug he'd borrowed.

Erendriel nods to them. "Well, I've done a LOT of the new training. I can wear armor now. Do you want me to um... do you want me to try to find out where the scrolls went, or should I start on something else?" "Keep working on it. When that issue is resolved, we will grant you full membership, Erendriel. Be careful, and don't forget Eluna's wisdom when choosing your own actions as well, not just when acting on those you investigate." And the two walk off, glancing at Seldan. Erendriel does hear him as well, and walks over. "Oh hi, I didn't even see you."

Seldan looks back at the pair, a meaningful look indicating that he did indeed hear what was said. He is known here in the Temple, though. He looks away only when they are gone, and back to Erendriel. "I sought solitude for a time," is all he says of his presence in this location, now. "You seek those scrolls and their owner." It isn't a question, but it is said low.

Erendriel looks back at the departing priests, then to Seldan again, and giggles. "Oh, you heard that. Yeah. I want to at least confirm what kind of scrolls they are. Is um, is something bothering you though, that you wanted to be alone?"

Seldan folds his arms across his chest, looking down and away. "There's a man ... I think him among the arcanists. Malik is his name. I ... very nearly lost my temper this afternoon." And he isn't proud of it. "I cannot decide whether the man is simply blind or an unbearable boor, because he seems to take great delight in insulting me at every opportunity, and I cannot understand why. I thought it best to seek Her solace rather than lose my temper entirely." He does seem reasonably calm at this point. "And he did at least manage to ruin that odious letter from Mother and Father."

Erendriel understood that, but then the last part, it really, really confuses her. "Wait... you are unhappy about the letter... but you are going to visit them anyway?"

"I have not yet decided." Seldan sighs, still holding the meditation rug in both hands, and his swordbelt as well in one of them. "I had written them to ask for information, and they provided me a great deal, along with the lecture. I had not spoken much on it, but ... it seems only right that I repay them for their help." Much as he doesn't want to in quite that form. "I do not think Father knows why I asked, but it doesn't matter. He was pleased to provide it."

Morgan has arrived.

Erendriel stands with Seldan, who is holding a meditation rug and a sword belt. "Well you know, to be honest, you said a lot there. But it's all very vague. Is it something you want to talk about, or should I not ask?"

Morgan comes out from a back room with a bucket as she was helping the clerics here to clean "No I do not mind helping with the cleaning its to help you and the temple out." said to one of the random clerics here.

Seldan shakes his head at Erendriel. "No, it's all right. It's nothing embarrassing. I had wished to know the source of my own magic, since it is possible that it came from ... evil. So I asked for a family tree to research. It is in my rooms, not here, but I have learned a great deal in my search. I probably should have asked the bardic college as well."

Morgan has left.

Erendriel smiles and nods at that. "Oh... oh that makes sense. You were worried... we talked about that. Where my magic came from, and then you thought about your own? Makes sense. So what did you find out?"

Seldan gestures with his chin for Erendriel to follow him as he moves over to add the meditation rug to a stack nearby. "Nothing conclusive, but I think it very unlikely from all that I have been able to learn of my ancestors that any had truck with the denizens of the lower planes or the Void, or anything else of evil." That certainly seems to be quite the relief for him. "I have one more book to search. There is a passage in there that mentions my family name, but I do not read the sildanyari script or their tongue, so I cannot determine what it says yet. It seems most likely that there is a divine being of the Heavens involved somewhere. The tale of Herestrian Padaryn was vague on this point."

Erendriel does follow, and when he says that, she udnerstands. "Wel... do you have the book with you? I can... read it for you right now and tell you what it says. If you want. That's no trouble at all, you know."

There's real gratitude on Seldan's face as he looks up. "Can you? I would be most grateful. I do not have it here in the Temple ... I will need to retrieve it from my rooms, but my notes are also there. If you would ... then I will see what I can learn regarding those scrolls of yours." He's still holding the swordbelt in one hand, but now he moves to strap it on. "I think it best if we do not speak here on that topic. Will you walk with me?"

Erendriel nods "Let's go right away then. I ... only came by to get more instructions anyway, so I have no more reason to visit here for the moment anyway." Watching him put the sword on. "Remds me... do you know what a star knife is? Is it anything like a regular knife?"