The Meek Shall Inherit

Meg’s expression turned thoughtful, turning to glance out the window of her office to the branches and treeline of Arlathan outside. It does. It helps me think, or forget. It also reminds me of what we’re trying to do here. It couldn’t be done on her own, it too people willing to do the work, to make that sacrifice.

With the promising talk over the academy her attention refocused, nodding her head approvingly. I appreciate all the help you’re willing to give, Bajie. We’ll be meeting next week, around Noon is when I’ve been told. Maybe you’re progeny will feel ready to come along. If Arlathan could help her and others, perhaps it would do his student some good to be among the people again.

A knock came from the doorway, a slightly built elf with blonde hair pushed through looking for Megara and once finding her, straightened silently. The new Keeper sighed, knowing that time spent with visitors was short. Ach, I’m afraid our time is limited, I have other appointments and Jenny gets very testy if I begin to gab on. Her eyes rolled, but the chuckle that fell softened any grievance and Jenny herself didn’t seem to mind, offering a slight grin.

We will get more time next week, but speak to Jenny if there’s anything you need before then.

@Bajie