[ Nash has noticed the pattern too, and so has a healthy amount of apprehension when he opens the door.
What's on the other side is worse than he feared. This is the Circle Palace, a windowless room nevertheless filled with glass and light, blue reflected in the walls from the color of the tiles. That much glass and crystal is an enormous display of power and wealth, and the chamber is designed to accentuate it, with a small corridor leading to a circular dais. On the dais a man is standing— short, draped in ceremonial robes, capped with a blue mitre. A bishop.
Nash is kneeling in front of him on the steps, knees and fingers pressed full to the ground.
He stands up, and he and the bishop begin speaking closely. There's an obvious familiarity between the two, though their actual words might be difficult to make out from Byerly's initial vantage point. Something something elemental runes, something something. But then the bishop turns, looking down the hallway. "Who's there?"
Nash— who looks very much like the present-day Nash— draws a dagger from his belt. "I ordered everyone out of the room," he says, with an air of authority that seems surprising but not misplaced. "Do you intend to defy temple traditions?"
Behind Byerly, another Nash is standing. The one who came through the door. ]
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What's on the other side is worse than he feared. This is the Circle Palace, a windowless room nevertheless filled with glass and light, blue reflected in the walls from the color of the tiles. That much glass and crystal is an enormous display of power and wealth, and the chamber is designed to accentuate it, with a small corridor leading to a circular dais. On the dais a man is standing— short, draped in ceremonial robes, capped with a blue mitre. A bishop.
Nash is kneeling in front of him on the steps, knees and fingers pressed full to the ground.
He stands up, and he and the bishop begin speaking closely. There's an obvious familiarity between the two, though their actual words might be difficult to make out from Byerly's initial vantage point. Something something elemental runes, something something. But then the bishop turns, looking down the hallway. "Who's there?"
Nash— who looks very much like the present-day Nash— draws a dagger from his belt. "I ordered everyone out of the room," he says, with an air of authority that seems surprising but not misplaced. "Do you intend to defy temple traditions?"
Behind Byerly, another Nash is standing. The one who came through the door. ]
Damn. You aren't supposed to see this.
[ His fingers brush the hilt of another dagger. ]