08-22-2013, 06:40 PM
After reading his letter several times, Lot folds it neatly and puts it in his pocket. He is perplexed. "Why me?" He wonders. He paces in front of an uncomfortable looking cot, pushed against a dusty stone wall. Other than a wall sconce and a lit torch, It was the only furnishing of the cramped subterranean chamber he'd been calling home for the past month. He wonders if his master had read the letter before delivering it. The wax seal was unbroken, but that meant nothing. Nestor was an accomplished mage. "He could easily be scrying on me this very moment." Lot thinks to himself as he scans the room for spectral eyes in the shadows...
The young apprentice has heard of this Balfour fellow, and the chance to meet with someone of his caliber excites him. He frowns and thinks how he misses the finer thing in life. "It has been far too long..." He mutters to himself.
If only he could slip off without Nestor getting upset. His master was very paranoid. They both were...
The young apprentice has heard of this Balfour fellow, and the chance to meet with someone of his caliber excites him. He frowns and thinks how he misses the finer thing in life. "It has been far too long..." He mutters to himself.
If only he could slip off without Nestor getting upset. His master was very paranoid. They both were...