The Grey Tower

To be away from the Tower again, to have a chance to redeem himself after his previous failure, was there any doubt as to his answer? Prewtez considered the woman before him, taking a few moments before blurting out an answer like some overly anxious Drin. She had mentioned her mother several times ...

“So, that is it, uhm, Keeper,” An eyebrow arched involuntarily. The man had not told him what he should do, or how he should proceed with the studies he had already pursued. Instead, Murdock seemed to assume Fen would either foul the entire business with his incompetence or else allow others to do ...

Given his upbringing, Prewtez was certainly familiar with the ways of 'people in positions of power'. He had often watched his father struggle with the problems of overseeing a Noble House, though the man had eschewed using 'one of those witches', as he called them, as an advisor. What would the man ...

Taking the proffered seat, Fen composed his thoughts before answering. True, he had not expected such a lofty seat to be held by a man he had known only as a Soldier. But, then, did he really concern himself with the politics of the Tower? How long had he holed himself up in the library, caring for ...

Watching her twirl the leaf, Prewtez could not help but wonder at the woman's thoughts. She easily dismissed his hatred of the Whitecloaks as common place. He could not guess at her age and would never presume to ask, but she struck him as someone who had done much and seen even more. Her question ...

Welcome back!

A great weight seemed to depart his shoulders and Prewtez almost exhaled with relief. He knew he had needed to ask her the question though he feared her answer would end their conversation. Instead, she seemed to relax a bit herself as she spoke the words he had hoped to hear.

“No, Sadira... may I ...

“You need to see the Keeper of the Archives,” the old man turned back to his studies, scarcely hiding his irritation at the interruption. Fen might have said more, might have asked just who this Keeper was, but the old asha'man clearly was finished with the conversation, could it even be called one ...

Prewtez took a moment to consider all she had said. Of course even he had heard of the great Caden Ives Gaidin, Blademaster... the aspiration that drove him. He knew he would never be as proficient in as many weapons as the great Caden, but to achieve the Herons, that was a worthy enough goal. If ...

Haeden Ives Gaidin? Prewtez searched his memory without success as he took the proffered seat.

“No, I can't say that I know him, Sadira Sedai, but that is not really surprising. I'm afraid I am not the most social of persons,” after all, in the beginning, he had been older than most of the other ...