Aoren listened quietly as Jadlin spoke on his experiences leading up to the trial that had him vindicated. The Drykas Seer already knew some of what Jadlin was describing based on what he’d managed to gather thus far. Still, it was best to hear what he’d Seen from the mouth of the person whose eyes he’d witnessed some of the events. It helped bring into context some of the encounters and why Jadlin had been brought to trial. The way it sounded he was just a very lost, very confused young man who got wrapped up in the wrong situation at the wrong time. Aoren could understand that. Though he still had his qualms about the particular path of magic the young man deigned to practice, whether it had been forced upon him or not, he could look past that and see to the heart of the issue. If what Jadlin were saying was true Zeltiva was the young man’s first real experience with the open world. When the dark haired young man concluded his story Aoren nodded.
“Thank you for telling me, Jadlin. Yes. I have been investigating the case of the Mage Silencer for much of the season. Your trial was brought to my attention for no other reason than it might yield a possible lead. Which is has. If I may? I can give meaning to some of what you spoke on. Firstly, Sagallius is indeed a very dark, terrible god. I know little of his actual realm of power but he and his followers are despised in a great many civilized cities. The Knights oppose him vehemently as I’m sure you’re well aware of.” A small smile touched Aoren’s face as he thought on the mention of Lykata. Aoren didn’t know much about the Goddess Eyris but she was a deity revered by the Knights of Sylir and indeed was a patron of the University.
“Lykata is a gift from the Goddess, Eyris. She presides over knowledge and wisdom. I can’t tell you what it does specifically but those who bear her gifts are known to be very wise themselves.” Aoren contemplated the rest of the information that Jadlin had offered comparing it to things he had already learned. Some of the information would get him no further than he already was in the investigation but the mention of the supposed death of a thug at Jadlin’s hands, which must have been false given his obvious freedom, brought into light another question. If Jadlin hadn’t killed him, who had? For what reason? Aoren didn’t doubt that in finding the answer to that question he would be closer to finding the madman responsible for the murders in the city.
When the woman gave her answer Aoren studied her for a few moments. She was on edge. There was trouble written in her body language. She seemed distracted by the turmoil of her inner thoughts. The answer she gave was vague quite unlike the straightforward and lengthy explanation Jadlin had given. Never the less it was still an answer. For some reason, Aoren wasn’t quite convinced. He wasn’t a master at reading people. He was sorely tempted to probe her aura with his powers in Auristics. The urge was very strong. Almost to the point where he began reaching for his djed to make such a study a reality. It was only when his foot stumbled over a rock and he was forced to jut his quarterstaff outward to catch himself that he stopped. Aoren shook his head.
“Close, Aoren. What were you thinking? You’re exhausted! No. No more magic.” Still, the urge was there. To search the planes of her aura and find answers he knew could very well be hidden there. He sighed righting himself and continuing on the road back to the city.
“I see.” That was all the comment he gave her. Regardless, he was closer to finding answers than he had been before even if he’d only gained a small bit of information. He would have to meditate on what he’d learned. With a tired sigh he reached up pinching the bridge of his nose in thought. He squeezed his eyes closed feeling them water slightly before opening them back up again. He blinked a few times clearing the growing ache that was forming in the back of his head. His whole body ached if he were being honest. He came to a stop turning to face both Jadlin and Black.
“I want to thank the both of you. You might not think you’ve told me anything but I did learn a few things I wasn’t aware of before.” Isikai lingered near Aoren brushing up against his leg. The dog eyed Black curiously but made no advances toward her nor did he appear threatening. He considered for a moment how he would repay them for aiding him in his investigation. However small the assistance might have been.
“Is there a way that I can repay both of you?” Aoren awaited their answers. He was tired but they had been helpful and in that regard he owed them both a small debt and Aoren strove to repay his debts.
“Thank you for telling me, Jadlin. Yes. I have been investigating the case of the Mage Silencer for much of the season. Your trial was brought to my attention for no other reason than it might yield a possible lead. Which is has. If I may? I can give meaning to some of what you spoke on. Firstly, Sagallius is indeed a very dark, terrible god. I know little of his actual realm of power but he and his followers are despised in a great many civilized cities. The Knights oppose him vehemently as I’m sure you’re well aware of.” A small smile touched Aoren’s face as he thought on the mention of Lykata. Aoren didn’t know much about the Goddess Eyris but she was a deity revered by the Knights of Sylir and indeed was a patron of the University.
“Lykata is a gift from the Goddess, Eyris. She presides over knowledge and wisdom. I can’t tell you what it does specifically but those who bear her gifts are known to be very wise themselves.” Aoren contemplated the rest of the information that Jadlin had offered comparing it to things he had already learned. Some of the information would get him no further than he already was in the investigation but the mention of the supposed death of a thug at Jadlin’s hands, which must have been false given his obvious freedom, brought into light another question. If Jadlin hadn’t killed him, who had? For what reason? Aoren didn’t doubt that in finding the answer to that question he would be closer to finding the madman responsible for the murders in the city.
When the woman gave her answer Aoren studied her for a few moments. She was on edge. There was trouble written in her body language. She seemed distracted by the turmoil of her inner thoughts. The answer she gave was vague quite unlike the straightforward and lengthy explanation Jadlin had given. Never the less it was still an answer. For some reason, Aoren wasn’t quite convinced. He wasn’t a master at reading people. He was sorely tempted to probe her aura with his powers in Auristics. The urge was very strong. Almost to the point where he began reaching for his djed to make such a study a reality. It was only when his foot stumbled over a rock and he was forced to jut his quarterstaff outward to catch himself that he stopped. Aoren shook his head.
“Close, Aoren. What were you thinking? You’re exhausted! No. No more magic.” Still, the urge was there. To search the planes of her aura and find answers he knew could very well be hidden there. He sighed righting himself and continuing on the road back to the city.
“I see.” That was all the comment he gave her. Regardless, he was closer to finding answers than he had been before even if he’d only gained a small bit of information. He would have to meditate on what he’d learned. With a tired sigh he reached up pinching the bridge of his nose in thought. He squeezed his eyes closed feeling them water slightly before opening them back up again. He blinked a few times clearing the growing ache that was forming in the back of his head. His whole body ached if he were being honest. He came to a stop turning to face both Jadlin and Black.
“I want to thank the both of you. You might not think you’ve told me anything but I did learn a few things I wasn’t aware of before.” Isikai lingered near Aoren brushing up against his leg. The dog eyed Black curiously but made no advances toward her nor did he appear threatening. He considered for a moment how he would repay them for aiding him in his investigation. However small the assistance might have been.
“Is there a way that I can repay both of you?” Aoren awaited their answers. He was tired but they had been helpful and in that regard he owed them both a small debt and Aoren strove to repay his debts.