Learning Never Ends

A snowy and cold day outside. It is not the first of these, of late, and it is unlikely to be the last. Hardy and undeterred, a few lay worshippers have come to seek the wisdom of the Seers, but not really all that many. The marble floors, though, are damp enough to be slippery, and a couple of young arcanists are tending to the matter with prestidigitation spells. Seldan emerges from one of the back entrances to the main temple, a day after the trip to Silvermoon, dressed down and with a knapsack over his shoulder.

Merek has taken the time to put on the white-black attire which he wears, while he makes a way into the Temple of Eluna, and finds a place to settle in, with a shift of the hips to take a sandwich from the pack to eat. A nod offered to Seldan.

"Seer," Seldan nods in response, his bearing formal. Not as formal and stiff as it was with the sil priestess yesterday - he was clearly saying nothing at all. Formal, though. "I would not disrupt your repast, Seer, but I would ask a thing of you."

"What do you need?" Merek asks, lifting his brow to Seldan in thought, while he smooths his tunic a bit, then he takes a bite of his sandwich, while he sips from a water he keeps with him.

"It is high time that I learned the tongue of the sildanyari." Seldan comes to a stop in front of the Seer. Something in his pose and bearing suggests him on his way to something. "You speak the tongue, do you not?"

"I speak Sildanyari, that is right. I speak a lot of languages," Merek admits, while he nods a bit to Seldan, "I can teach you, if you wish to learn it," he adds then, rubbing his thick stubble in thought, "It might take a while to perfect it, but it's a good language to know."

Seldan simply nods at that. "It is not a thing that I would expect in but a night's work, and yet would I learn it. It is time and past, for one faithful to a Temple that is mostly sil, do you not think?"

"Well, that is also useful with so many of them in the faith," Merek mentions, with a nod to Seldan, while he shifts a look to the man, taking a drink from the water with him, "We can probably begin this week."

"I leave on a journey, and will return in a fortnight or so. Would it please you to begin then?" Seldan's manner becomes diffident. "I am certain that you have many questions of what transpired at Silvermoon. I may be able to explain, if you wish."

Merek looks thoughtful a bit, with a nod to Seldan, "Makes sense, we can speak when you're back from that!"

"Very well, then. I shall look for you upon my return. Until then ... I shall disrupt your meal no further. May Her light fall upon you." Seldan shifts the pack over his shoulder, and looks to be preparing to go, unless stopped.

Merek thinks about it a moment, then nods to Seldan, "Are you doing alright?" he asks, noticing his behavior a bit thoughtfully, though he doesn't look like he has a lot of questions beyond a curiosity.

Seldan is about to turn away, but pauses and bows his head. "Yes," he answers, quietly. "I have sung my gratitude that I was not re-infected on that journey, many times over in the last day." He turns to face Merek again, his smile faint but real. "You have my gratitude for calling Her blessings upon all of us. That might well have saved us. I would see no more suffer from that bit of wickedness."

"Ah. Yes, I just wish that the journey gave us more information. I will let you be, you are welcome, her blessing is for all, no matter what... People might be like," Merek says, referring to the priestess. Then he nods, "I will see you when you're back from your journey, try to be safe, either way!"

"I shall." Some of that smile broadens, but then is quick to fade. "It told me a great deal. Important things, though it presents me with yet more mysteries." He is sober and all business now. "I have yet a few minutes before I need depart. Would you have me explain?"

"Sure, if you can explain it would be beneficial," Merek says.

Seldan sets down his knapsack, and drags one of the braided rugs from the pile by the edge of the pool, over to where the pair are sitting. He seats himself on this, a rather warmer and more comfortable seat than cold marble to be sure, and crosses his legs in a meditative posture. When he speaks, he keeps his voice low, and takes on the look of a petitioner, the better to not draw attention to himself here in the Temple's walls.

That done, he begins. "There are two entities at work in the mystery that is the plague. The plague itself is a work of magic, and a powerful one, but thoughtlessly done and turned to evil ends." Well, that explains a Silver Guard's involvement, for controlling and stopping the misuse of magic to evil ends is their sacred calling. "Eclavdran, a Duke of the Hells, and Her. We are careful in how we name her, that we might avoid accidentally summoning her, to the risk of all bystanders. Kol Demontry, the vampire, is her lackey and her hands where she dares not show herself, but she herself is of the True Fae, the immortal sort. I had wondered how Eclavdran came to be involved, and now I know, much though the foolishness of such an act is past my comprehension."

"And what way did he become involved?" Merek asks, lifting his brow in thought to Seldan, "I know there was tell of a Fae Queen involved, I imagine that is 'Her'."

"Silvermoon summoned him," Seldan says simply. "They summoned him and charged him with taking her out, thinking that that will end the plague. I do not think that Her demise will of itself make the plague end, for he now marshals his forces to gather favors in return for the curing of it. It may be that the favors are meant to gather the power to destroy her ... but I will not believe that a demon is likely to stop there, not with a force that spreads endless suffering in this way."

Merek lifts up a brow in thought, while he seems to consider, with a nod to Seldan. He doesn't show any emotion while he shifts his attention to the place. "Thank you, anyway, be well on your journey," he says, thinking upon new information!

Sensing that he has been dismissed, Seldan rises and takes up his knapsack again. "May Her light shine on you," he returns, turning quietly for the door and striding across the floor. The great doors of the temple close quietly behind him.