“Arzal,” said the legionnaire, who was standing on the threshold of the great hall. “I am Midad of the Sixteenth Legion. We have met before.”
At first, the elder showed no sign of having heard the soldier, but after a few moments, he opened his eyes and gave them a less than welcoming look.
“Ah, a guard,” he whistled. But not on purpose. It was just how his voice was. He seemed to whistle as he spoke without even meaning to or noticing he was doing it. “Is he newly Ascended?”
“As you can see,” Midad nodded. “I’ve led him to you and-”
“Why are you alone?” The elder didn’t care to hear him out.
“Tagrin has gone to see the Legion officers,” the legionnaire blurted out.
Those words finally caused the elder to shake off the remnants of his meditation and rise to his feet, picking up his w
