Re: Brother Galen and Sidi
Brother Galen listens attentively as Crow briefly relates his story. The novice monk looked as if he would interrupt at Crow's addressing the Grand Master so simply, but a meaningful glance was enough to cause the novice to swallow any protest. In truth, though he was the temple Grand Master and the head of the order, he disliked titles and preferred to be addressed simply as brother, or Master when the need arose. Inclining his head towards the white robed novice, Brother Galen bows slightly, his hand together, adressing him quietly.
"I am grateful for your service, young initiate, you may go and join your novice brethren in prayer." He watched for a moment as the young monk bowed deeply to him, and then to Crow, before obediently continuing on up the steps to the temple doors and out of sight. Slowly, his movements graceful and unhurried, Brother Galen's piercing soft brown eyes regarded Crow once again.
"You have told me a small part of your tale, Wandering Crow, at least the part that you wish me to know. It will be my honour to instruct you in the ancient bardic arts, as the Empress wishes, though it is clear to me that you have the heart of a warrior. There is a steel in your glance that belies the guise of a carefree traveller. You are no stranger to death, that much is certain. I wonder if you can be comfortable with a lyre in hand, when your spirit calls out for a sword?"
Steepling his fingers to his lips, his expression one of deep thought, he finally asks, "Are you familiar with Arnish letters, reading and writing them? Can you play any instruments?"
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