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They appeared in another relatively featureless room. Art guessed it was somewhere in the Capital. He noted that events had moved so fast, and he had been working so hard, that he hadn’t even had time to ask anyone its name. He resolved to find out quickly.
“We are in the main Temple,” his father told him. “I am going to take you to meet the High Priest here. He’s your brother too, except he is older than Grammon. He is called Anaxis.” They went out into a corridor only slightly less featureless than the room they had arrived in, and after walking down another that at last seemed a bit more civilized, they found Anaxis in his study. He resembled their father too, and had stopped his age at around thirty. He distinguished himself by sporting a goatee which gave him a certain presence.
