Stillness

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sliper
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Stillness

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"Another Poison, please," he said to Crumden as he sat the bar, pondering how his order sounded aloud.

Sliper had not spent much time at the temple bar since he was a much younger man, when the bar was a much livelier place to be. He couldn't remember the last time he saw another adventurer within the Temple walls, much less the bar. These days it was just the staff, the clergy, himself, and perhaps the man at the tapestry himself.

He took a quick swig of the Poison, then idly fanned his Turoch cards on the bar in front of him. He was feeling particularly introspective today. There was much to think about.

Since his return to the realm a few decades prior, he had left behind his old guild to find a new more fitting home, and he was quite satisfied with the work he had done building up the city of Goldcroft. One of his first acts upon his return was to come home to the first path he ever walked, but lately it was feeling empty.

He was at this time both a student without a master and a teacher without a pupil. The priests and priestesses that walked the temple halls and studied in its libraries were not the adventurous sort, and so their teachings could only go so far. He took another drink.

This was worrisome. He had seen his return a war between Silk and Zir, and there was no way of knowing if it would be rekindled. Furthermore, he knew Zir now had the strength of the Khatarans on his side, and it was only a matter of time before they returned.

"Defend the tapestry," the words echoed in his head, in no one's voice in particular. "How could I?" he thought.

His fingers toying with his cards, he felt drawn to one and flipped it over. "You will draw the cards you are meant to draw" he reminded himself. He looked amused as it flipped.

"Ah, Crumden, we've got the Six of Grails here. How auspicious to draw the card of pleasure within these halls." He then flipped a second card, this time responding with a smirk. "The Two of Wands, of course. Sorrow... a sign of discord, strife, and defeat... though also a hidden or unlikely pleasure."

Crumden feigned interest as he refilled Sliper's cup.

"One more card, always in threes. Fate, Pleasure, Pain.... Fate, Shadows, Dread..." He took another sip of Poison, then flipped the final card.

He frowned, then quickly shuffled his cards back into the deck and put them away, then downed the rest of the Poison. Now Crumden was interested. "What card was that? It looked like one of the swords ones," he said.

Sliper whispered "The card of Lord Zir", turned, and left.
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