Had he been with anyone else, the healer might not have been so respectful, yet she knew the occupant of the tomb. They had laughed together once, discussed life and its endless possibilities and that memory had a right to be remembered and honoured. Offering a small prayer was the least he could do. His stare held a moment longer then he’d grin as she agreed with him. “Better of me? Is there such a thing?” No, he was shithead who attracted trouble and problems, there was nothing better for him out there.
“Doubt anyone would believe you if you did anyways, my own enemy is myself at the end of the day.” No truer words were ever spoken, but Ruth left her to her own rituals, shifting off to allow her some privacy he headed to peruse the few books left on a mantle until she was done. Only then did he approach the chest and fish out the few interesting pieces he had hoped to find, they’d fetch him a handsome reward and go on to be studied by those back in Arlathan’s Refectory.
One more piece in the endless tapestry of their long history had been found finally. Soon it would be returned and serve to instruct others. Ruth himself would take to one of the books, enraptured by its contents every able moment he had on the return trip. Now and again he'd be caught scribbling down some of the phrases into his own journal, a tome that rarely left his sight nor was ever offered to read through. Truthfully, Ruth was quite particular about it, putting it away or out of reach if one enquired about it. And upon reaching Arlathan, he'd bid Solana farewell, extending the invitation for the Ancient to find him in the Refectory should she feel tempted to test her theory of him having a soul.
“Doubt anyone would believe you if you did anyways, my own enemy is myself at the end of the day.” No truer words were ever spoken, but Ruth left her to her own rituals, shifting off to allow her some privacy he headed to peruse the few books left on a mantle until she was done. Only then did he approach the chest and fish out the few interesting pieces he had hoped to find, they’d fetch him a handsome reward and go on to be studied by those back in Arlathan’s Refectory.
One more piece in the endless tapestry of their long history had been found finally. Soon it would be returned and serve to instruct others. Ruth himself would take to one of the books, enraptured by its contents every able moment he had on the return trip. Now and again he'd be caught scribbling down some of the phrases into his own journal, a tome that rarely left his sight nor was ever offered to read through. Truthfully, Ruth was quite particular about it, putting it away or out of reach if one enquired about it. And upon reaching Arlathan, he'd bid Solana farewell, extending the invitation for the Ancient to find him in the Refectory should she feel tempted to test her theory of him having a soul.
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