1st of Summer, 514 AV
8th Bell
Aoren sat quietly at his desk reviewing materials given to him by his professor at the University. It was only fitting given that he had been a student there. He was studying more principles concerning the manipulation of various forms of djed. There had been a time where he might have considered such things the whims of fancy or the stuff of tales but no longer. Though he had only been a student at the University for a short time he had learned more under the instruction of Professor Agatha Memry than he had his entire education with his old mentor. He leaned back in his chair as he reviewed the parchment in front of him.
A knock on the door interrupted his studies. He looked up from his materials looking at the wooden door as if he might have heard something strange. He certainly hadn’t expected a visitor. He hardly knew anyone in Zeltiva. Among those he did know he hadn’t told any of them where he lived though he supposed it wouldn’t be hard to find out. Isikai perked up from where he lay upon Aoren’s bed. The dog gave a low growl but Aoren quieted him with a calming gesture.
“Easy, boy.” Another knock on the door had Aoren rising from his chair striding over to it. He opened the door somewhat cautiously. Standing in front of him was a brown haired young man wearing the garb of what appeared to be a Zeltivan official.
“Can I help you?” The young man gave Aoren a polite nod.
“Healer Skycrown?” Aoren relaxed slightly at being addressed in such a manner. While it was a bit formal and not something he was accustomed to he opened his door to welcome the messenger.
“I am Aoren Skycrown, yes.” The young man nodded extending to Aoren a stack of missives. The Drykas man blinked at them.
“These are petitions for your aid from the Lord of Council’s office. As you are the Healer registered with the City of Zeltiva these are the tasks forwarded to your hands.” Aoren accepted the stack of missives from the messenger. As soon as he took them the young man gave Aoren a bow taking his leave. With the letters in hand Aoren closed his door going back to his desk. He sat down sifting through them. There had to be at least a dozen requests in his hands. Quietly he opened the first of them reading through the request. It was that of a mother pleading for assistance for her daughter who had been sick with fever for several days. The next was a letter from a man who had fallen ill with a stomach sickness. After that was a woman who was beset with rashes of unknown origin.
8th Bell
Aoren sat quietly at his desk reviewing materials given to him by his professor at the University. It was only fitting given that he had been a student there. He was studying more principles concerning the manipulation of various forms of djed. There had been a time where he might have considered such things the whims of fancy or the stuff of tales but no longer. Though he had only been a student at the University for a short time he had learned more under the instruction of Professor Agatha Memry than he had his entire education with his old mentor. He leaned back in his chair as he reviewed the parchment in front of him.
A knock on the door interrupted his studies. He looked up from his materials looking at the wooden door as if he might have heard something strange. He certainly hadn’t expected a visitor. He hardly knew anyone in Zeltiva. Among those he did know he hadn’t told any of them where he lived though he supposed it wouldn’t be hard to find out. Isikai perked up from where he lay upon Aoren’s bed. The dog gave a low growl but Aoren quieted him with a calming gesture.
“Easy, boy.” Another knock on the door had Aoren rising from his chair striding over to it. He opened the door somewhat cautiously. Standing in front of him was a brown haired young man wearing the garb of what appeared to be a Zeltivan official.
“Can I help you?” The young man gave Aoren a polite nod.
“Healer Skycrown?” Aoren relaxed slightly at being addressed in such a manner. While it was a bit formal and not something he was accustomed to he opened his door to welcome the messenger.
“I am Aoren Skycrown, yes.” The young man nodded extending to Aoren a stack of missives. The Drykas man blinked at them.
“These are petitions for your aid from the Lord of Council’s office. As you are the Healer registered with the City of Zeltiva these are the tasks forwarded to your hands.” Aoren accepted the stack of missives from the messenger. As soon as he took them the young man gave Aoren a bow taking his leave. With the letters in hand Aoren closed his door going back to his desk. He sat down sifting through them. There had to be at least a dozen requests in his hands. Quietly he opened the first of them reading through the request. It was that of a mother pleading for assistance for her daughter who had been sick with fever for several days. The next was a letter from a man who had fallen ill with a stomach sickness. After that was a woman who was beset with rashes of unknown origin.
