The black, robed Brother knocked at Teacher"s door and cracked it open enough to announce. “The visitors are here, Teacher.” He then opened the door to admit them.
Teacher looked up and his eyes widened. Lorenz was dressed in the black, tight-fitting Warrior bodysuit of the Thalians and a medium length, black cape. In his left hand he held a black, broad brimmed hat. His hair was dark again, the deep lines in the face were gone, the grey eyes were not dulled by pain but alive, and the mouth relaxed, not pulled tight as though suppressing pain. Teacher"s thoughts darkened. This was not a True Man who aged and died. The man he knew as Loren was as youthful as the day he arrived.
The man behind Loren lowered his head to enter and easily stood six inches over everyone else in Tonath. Like th
