Candlekeep Library - Gorions chambers
The magic-user had been unusually pensive since they had left the sewer, his thoughts drifting to this and that as he tried to decipher the days events. When they reached Gorion’s chambers, and the grisly sight within, he moved to stand beside the older man. Malus was not a religious man, he believed far more in himself than the gods- for they were as mercurial, cruel, and uncaring in his experience as any of mankind. But seeing his foster father there, he sent a quick prayer to whoever Gorion had believed in to honor the man in the afterlife. He had been fair, honest, and a good teacher and had encouraged Malus in his studies of the arcane.
His attention slowly turned back to what his ‘siblings’ spoke of and he listened thoughtfully before speaking. “I concur with your latter thought, Max. I think we should all travel wherever it is we need to go together, as a group. Between the assassins in the sewer, and now poor Gorion, the fewer we are in number the bigger targets we become.”