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Chapter 25: A Noble Art
Ordan led Sethlzaar through the keep, and Sethlzaar, knowing the path, understood exactly where they were headed.
Priestess Emeril was present in The Monsignor's chamber when they entered, and Sethlzaar had no preconceived notion of what was to transpire.
Shrowl sat at his seat with the same blank expression and piercing eyes Sethlzaar knew him for, saying nothing as he leafed through the book before him. The books had grown in numbers since the last time Sethlzaar was here, and the three swords stared at him from their place behind the Monsignor.
"VI Sorlan," Shrowl finally addressed him after a period that seemed to go on for too long. "Priestess Emeril believes you have a talent with the bow. And she should know; she has a talent with it herself."
Sethlzaar offered no response.
As if disappointed at his absence of response, Genebac Shrowl sighed. He rubbed aging fingers agains
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