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An Ancient Society
an illustrated tale
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    As Sion lead them to the other side of the city, toward the large cathedral looking building, he stopped them near an elderly man talking to two knights.  Garalt could easily overhear what they were saying, they didn't seem to care who overheard.
    "I'm sorry I could not be of more help, gentlemen," the elderly man said.
    "It is all right Wurrelin, everyone is stumped on this one."  One of the knights replied.
    "Yes, Zakar sure has pulled some odd stunts before, but what has he done this time?" said the other.
    Garalt's heart leaped into his throat.  Zakar.  Yes, this school was run by the same Council that controlled the most hated men in all of Ikros.  Garalt swallowed hard and continued to listen in.
    "I'm sure you'll find out his whereabouts," Wurrelin smiled, "Volldai doesn't go off doing things without reasons."
    "Yes, but with our campaign in Ikros, and our best agents spread across the world like they are, we can't afford to have the most powerful knight on holiday." the first knight replied.
    "So where to now?" asked the elderly headmaster.
    "To Zol, in Kahlan.  We'll have to ask Zakar directly where he's sent Volldai." the second knight replied.
    "Well I wish you luck.  May your path be guided by righteousness." Wurrelin slowly saluted them.
    "May your path be guided by righteousness," the two knights saluted and walked off to the other side of the city.
    "Now," headmaster Wurrelin smiled, turning to Sion, "are these our new guests?"
    "Yes sir," Sion smiled, moving to allow Wurrelin a good view of them.
    "Well well, today is certainly a special day, so many visitors in one day.  Well come on, come come, let me get a better look at the lot of you," Wurrelin motioned them to gather around him at the foot of the large building's entrance.  Garalt could sense much kindness in the elderly gentleman's voice.  In fact, for a school for warriors, everything seemed very peaceful.
    "I am Wurrelin, as I'm sure you've gathered by now, Headmaster of this school."
    "I am Garalt, and I thank you for inviting us in."
    "So what brings you to us, Garalt?" Wurrelin smiled.
    "Our airship was... umm..." Garalt trailed off, thinking to himself.
    "I cast a spell," Greylen spoke up, "a teleportation spell, using a magic source I sensed.  I didn't know it was a moving one, and so when I cast the spell, it drug us here."
    "My my, a Priest of Zaan!" Wurrelin smiled.  Sion and another warrior standing off to the side bowed to Greylen, "You honor us with your presence good Priest."
    "I... I am sorry, but I have very little knowledge as to what being a Priest of Zaan means." Greylen sighed.
    "Well, in that case, I shall try to answer all of your questions." Wurrelin reassured him.
    "Oh, I truly thank you sir, you don't know what that will mean to me."
    "Think nothing of it.  Now... I'm sure you have many questions.  Garalt, why don't you and a few of your comrades join me in the library behind me.  Sion and Erryl will show the rest of you around our small school, and then to your quarters for the night."
    "We owe you our deepest thanks," Garalt bowed to Wurrelin.  Garalt's mind was now totally confused.  How could anyone be a member of the Council and yet be so kind to them.
    "Erryl," Drakon spoke up from the back, "Is your sword what I think it is?"  Erryl smiled and held it up to show the group.
    "Well, if you think it's a Zweihander, you'd be correct."
    "My, I haven't seen one of those in ages." Drakon smiled.
    "Zweihander?" Demonclaw said puzzled.
    "A two handed sword," Garn spoke up, "very powerful, but since you cannot carry a shield, you must be double careful in a fight when using one."
    "I can tell I'm going to like these guys," Erryl grinned, "All right, if you blokes will follow me, I'll show you around."
    "Demonclaw, Alyia, would you join Greylen and me?" Garalt smiled at the two.  Alyia grinned and hooked her arm around Garalt's.  Demonclaw raised an eyebrow at Erryl, Drakon, Garn and Tundrock, who were all engrossed in a conversation about battle techniques, and nodded.

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