“What’s wrong with him?”
“Well, I’m not completely sure yet, but you’ll probably have to go up for the red jar in the chest. Now then.” He approached the bed, where Githraan was attempting a whispered conversation with the sick man who regarded the healer apprehensively from under creased, half-closed lids.
Githraan straightened, “Afternoon, sir,” he said efficiently. “I’m commanding the detachment detailed as escort. This is the Anthu Bal-jarrak, third priest of the Second Circle, legal advisor to the Archpriest, Keeper of the Fires and other titles.”
“Master of Antiquities, Archivist of the Fourth Level, Overseer of Lake Revenues, Master of the Holy Substance and Precincts,” continued Wyrdha. “I could go on but suffice to say at least some of us in the villages keep ourselves informed
