History Of Eril

Berra — History Of Eril

????, Fire Season, Movement Week


1626, Fire Season, Movement Week, Waterday. [[[s01:session-38|Session 38]]]


Berra seeks out Xenofos after some conversation has happened in the White Grape. She looks thoughtful, distant, troubled.

Xenofos is not looking too happy either. He is sitting alone in the table, nursing a drink. Before him is the cup Varanis left.

Berra flicks him on the shoulder, an overly intimate touch bordering on rude, depending on relationship. “Lord?”

Nod. “Mylady.” either Xenofos does not notice the offence or does not mind.

Berra sits down, hooking a stool out with her leg and using it more to help her kneel, than to take all of her weight. The troubled look stays with her. “He changed things in the Temple of Knowledge.”

A nod. “I suspected something like that.”

“Can you find out how? If I paid for the research, would it go faster? How… well, I don’t know about writing, but could it be found out?”

“To be honest – as is custom between us. I don’t know. The whole idea of library is to organize and preserve knowledge. Even then things get misplaced, forgotten even destroeyd and decayed by ages. Scribe who already knows how things are organized here might be able to tell there are traces of changes if he knew where to look.”

“Can you take me to look? To ask about it?” Berra’s lips are stained with red wine, which is an odd thing for her, but she does not look drunk. She is not even red-cheeked.

“I suppose I could. Not that my word carries too much weight in this temple as an travelling initiate.” Xenofos lets his eyes idly wander on Berras face.

Berra’s features are always motile, and often she frowns in concentration, and now she is twitching a little, eager to be off, but not demanding it.

Her lips have the bluish stain that comes an hour or so after red wine, her cheeks are pale.

“How is that right arm healing? ” Xenofos changes the subject erratically.

Berra holds up her hand, pulling back the sleeve that is jammed under her vambrace. The irregular scar on the back of her hand is still there, but she moves the wrist a little. “I could not do that, a week ago. It will get better. The feeling is coming back before the movement does, so I can feel it to here.” That is somewhere halfway between fingers and wrists, on the scar itself. “And I can fight left-handed as well as most people can fight, to be honest. Better, if I use magic.”

“Dangerous as ever I see.” There is a smile on Xenofos’ lips now. “Alright, I suppose we can go. You usually don’t want to wait for things to happen.”

On the way to the Temple

Show events at the Temple

  • 1
    Berra makes a special scan roll. Xenofos makes a standard one.
  • 2
    Berra fails her scan. Xenofos passes his.
  • 3
    Indeed, he thinks you pay clacks for soup, or might ever have enough to count.
  • 4
    Berra fails intimidate. She is cute when she is angry.
  • 5
    Fumbled Charm…