The riddle and rest - Marcus
Knowing the others would be resting the night under the watchful eye of the temple, Marcus gathered a copy of the divination and the list of the missing abductees.
"I will return at first light to meet with you all, but my spellbook is at my uncle's, and I would become of less use to you all without it."
Returning home, Marcus is not surprised to see his uncle working into the night, and knows it is best to allow him to work his grief out in his own way.
~ In time it shall pass...all things pass in time...~
Opening the simple leather spellbook, Marcus thought about the spells he would need for tomorrow. While he hoped there would be no attack on the orphanage while he was there, the possibility could never be ruled out.
~However, the others seem more than capable of handling the physical threats...
With that thought in mind, Marcus refocused on his spellbook and began to study the spells he felt would aid their search the best.
As the last spell locked itself into Marcus' memory, he became well aware of the complaining of his stomach, and took the riddle and list into the kitchen with him.
Setting down to a simple meal of stew and water, Marcus poured over the riddle line by line trying to make sense of the cryptic words, and hoping to find anything that would be of help in their search. Once the words began to blur with him, Marcus knew he would gain nothing further, and he returned to his room and was asleep before his head hit the mattress.
Waking early, he packed his things into a simple leather backpack, making sure his spellbook was the first to go in, and wrote a quick note to his uncle to let him know he was working for the temple. Closing the door behind him carefully, Marcus walked through the light drizzle and returned to the temple.
Locating the others at the breakfast table already, Marcus joined them and listened to hear if any had thought of their first move at the orphanage.
Knowing the others would be resting the night under the watchful eye of the temple, Marcus gathered a copy of the divination and the list of the missing abductees.
"I will return at first light to meet with you all, but my spellbook is at my uncle's, and I would become of less use to you all without it."
Returning home, Marcus is not surprised to see his uncle working into the night, and knows it is best to allow him to work his grief out in his own way.
~ In time it shall pass...all things pass in time...~
Opening the simple leather spellbook, Marcus thought about the spells he would need for tomorrow. While he hoped there would be no attack on the orphanage while he was there, the possibility could never be ruled out.
~However, the others seem more than capable of handling the physical threats...
With that thought in mind, Marcus refocused on his spellbook and began to study the spells he felt would aid their search the best.
As the last spell locked itself into Marcus' memory, he became well aware of the complaining of his stomach, and took the riddle and list into the kitchen with him.
Setting down to a simple meal of stew and water, Marcus poured over the riddle line by line trying to make sense of the cryptic words, and hoping to find anything that would be of help in their search. Once the words began to blur with him, Marcus knew he would gain nothing further, and he returned to his room and was asleep before his head hit the mattress.
Waking early, he packed his things into a simple leather backpack, making sure his spellbook was the first to go in, and wrote a quick note to his uncle to let him know he was working for the temple. Closing the door behind him carefully, Marcus walked through the light drizzle and returned to the temple.
Locating the others at the breakfast table already, Marcus joined them and listened to hear if any had thought of their first move at the orphanage.
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