Stravor lay prone before Hemothracene’s blood-red statue. Waiting. On his hip the Sword of Harman vibrated.
The Searcher drew in a deep breath. The Sword is unquiet as am I. Oh, stop this. He continued breathing deeply; steadily. Control your thoughts, and so yourself.
Time passed in the silent Hall. Stravor fought to tame his straying thoughts as he waited for his God.
“You are unsettled, Searcher. Why do you come to me thus?”
The voice of hundreds was loud in his head. “I beg