Chapter 5: The Seminary

Rive stepped as the line dictated, waiting at the city gate, forcing Sethlzaar to the torment of the heat of the sun.

Sethlzaar couldn't help but feel that somehow he'd relegated the strain of walking for the crime of the heat. It was preposterous, considering he'd have suffered the heat regardless.

Or was it?

The priest, in his hooded cassock taken from within one of the sacks dangling from Rive's saddle, made walking look too easy. Then again, his hood did protect him from the sun.

Sethlzaar caught himself in a pout, and frowned. Not only was the priest oblivious to his problems, but now he was beginning to act like a child. It wasn't the priest's fault he had no hooded clothes.

The priest paid no entrance fee when he approached the guards at the gate. After a brief search, they were within the city walls.

The guards had only stopped him for the briefest mo