"But isn't it fascinating how pains are paths that lead to beautiful rewards as power?"
~
The Caretaker's Cottage,
Betwixt the Kingdom of Tristendyre and the Hyll-Decantan Promontory,
A far spent hour into the heart of the rainy night,
Second Sunnight of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon-Vericus IV
Imogen poured a glass of water for Aldric and handed it to him. With one for her-self, she turned to Michavel and Jehu who seemed to be speaking of their powers.
She was aware that her brother harboured some hesitation towards his perceived calling, but it seemed not like they were disagreeing whilst the voices of their discussion had been heard before she had entered.
