Timestamp: 3rd of Fall 514 AV
Sorcha’s work order came promptly. Every other apprentice in Tieh’s lab received their order on the morning of the third. A number of them were accompanied by unwieldy packages. Sorcha’s work bench saw not only a missive but a small parcel wrapped in twine and cloth.
The parcel contained dozens upon dozens of teeth. They had clearly be selected for size as a number were as large as Sorcha’s hand and none were small than her thumb.
To her right an apprentice unraveled three enormous femur bones. To her left an apprentice starred with seemingly undue horror at two enormous geodes, one in each hand. Yorge was already making his way down Tieh’s spiral staircase.
Sorcha’s note read:
Your task is simple Apprentice, but vital. You will drill a hole through each of these teeth for them to be looped into chains by forge slaves. Additionally you will maledict each one to ward away the respective predators. Violence and dominance should be paramount.
That is all,
Yorge
Yorge reached the bottom step and several apprentices watched him wary and confused. “I assume there are no questions?” He announced, quieting the room. “These projects take immediate priority. You will resume work for Tieh after you have completed them. Do not dawdle there is much to be done.”
“Master Apprentice Yorge, is this all for Master Tieh?” The apprentice holding the geodes asked.
Yorge paused a moment, seeming on the edge of severe agitation. Clearly he had not been fond of this turn of events, “No, what you work on now you do for the Council of Five.” He turned on his heel and disappeared back up the staircase.
