As they were leaving, Hiro and Telerak once again met Er'kiir Draea Elgath in the corridor. Nao Chin was nowhere to be found, and Tel figured he'd gone back to the gate.
"The Gray Earthward said no, didn't he?" the girl asked.
Telerak raised an eyebrow. "He did, as a matter of fact. Why?"
She pushed a long, silky strand of platinum blond hair back from her face. Telerak hadn't noticed how nice her hair was before; she'd kept it tied up under her helmet. "He's old and paranoid. Most of the Council are. We pick old leaders because they're the wisest, sometimes forgetting they're the most senile. We haven't picked a Council member under the age of 70 since the Council was founded."
Telerak nodded. "I can relate. They won't vote for you unless your god trusts you, your god won't trust you until you get a high rank, and you won't get a high rank until you're past your prime. It works the same in our Order, too. So you think we're innocent? I'm glad someone here does."
"Oh, I'm not the only one. Why do you think Eken let you in so fast? He's the one who convinced
me that you were innocent."
"I see. Is there any way you can get us down there?"
The young woman shook her head, causing her hair to sweep around her armor. "Only Nantur can get you down there, and he's as cantankerous a geriatric as you'll find. No, you'll need another way to do it."
Telerak laughed. "Well, we've got two Flambars back at our Temple looking for a divination spell. We hope it'll work."
"Divination? I don't think the investigation we've got going has thought of that. And I don't intend to tell them. Good luck, friend Kradites."
"Thank you. We'll need it."
(OOC: EDIT: Because I always forget to double-space the paragraphs out.)
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