The aging Vice Master of the exorcists slammed her fist into the desk before her. the small comendary was still being built against the side of the cathedral and the sound of stone masons and carpenters was a constant distraction from her studies. A small mound of scrolls, parchment sheaths and tomes, all with small flowing text in the handwriting of the Grand Master filling the up, messsed the desk top. She swore softly and inwardly dammed Cadvan for not writing plainly.
She knew the basics of what was contained in the scrolls and book but she needed more than basics. she would discover it. she had to. and time was not her friend.
The sewer system beneath the ancient city was decidely dark, lit only by the flickering torch light of the exploring party. Thanderhast stalked through the stygian darkness as if born to it, much to the annoiance of the Black Guard and the young exorcist priest attached to the scouting party. At the cross section he bid them farewell and continued on with his own orders from Miranda, drawing is rod from a sheath on the inside of his long leather coat. The rune carved wood felt good beneath his gloved hands and a small smile curved the corners of his mouth. He was at home here, if was a man more given to introspection he might wonder at how he was most comfortable when danger threatened.
His oak staff tapped out its own rhythm to his steps along the raised walk way in the sewers, the fast flowing river of slurry waiting the unfortunate mistimed step of the careless. He, however, was anything but careless as he walked along in the pitch darkness as if it were broad daylight. It was around here somewhere, he was sure of it. He just needed to be certain before he could report back to the vice master. He stopped and stood still, the only noise comming from the sludge like river of effluent. He felt it clearly now, the touch of a breeze on the exposed skin of his face. He pulled the deep hood of his cowl up to shadow his face and pressed the tip of his staff to the wall and muttered a few words that echoed longer than they should have. Light began to shine through the morter of the brick wall and a wolfiish sile touched his lips once again as a small passage way was opened before him.
With his rod and staff at the ready he stepped into the passage way