Chapter Seven Hundred And Eighty Six – 786
After tea was had, and nerves had settled as much as Felix imagined they would, Tern set his saucer down and grimaced.
"I suppose it is time for me to fulfill my end of the bargain," he said.
that would be nice.
The Elf narrowed his eyes at Atar. "Such a strange, chatty Urge for something bent on destruction."
"Undying Flame," Atar corrected. "He just likes to burn.”
“Ah, my mistake. At any rate, I'm allowing myself to be distracted.” Tern took a breath and let it go. “I do not know why I left the Tower."
"Excuse me?" Atar blurted.
"What do you mean?" Felix interjected, raising a hand to cut off the mage. "You don't know why you left the Tower. What does that mean, exactly?"
Tern looked nervous, not so much out of fear as it was out of discomfort. "Tower Master Tiir discovered an artifact," he explained. "A weapon, though I do not know its shape or provenance. Developing it has become an obsession for him, and everyone in the Tower, save the apprentices, have been pulled into working on it, each of them Oathbound to keep it secret.