Snippet #2064425

“My friend, what brings you here?” Kadhek gathered his belongings into a bag composed of animal hide.

“What do you mean ‘what brings you here?’ I always come and meet my teacher after finishing my work,” Fi’irios laughed.

“Mmh, perhaps right after gazing at your beloved priestess…hmm?”

Fi’irios’ ears reddened as a sign of embarrassment.

“And I’m not your teacher,” Kadhek chuckled as he closed up for the day, heading towards the exit after Fi’irios.

“She’s not my beloved,” Fi’irios scoffed. The two passed by several pots on display at one of the many bazaars.

“Are you sure? You’ve spied on her, for say…the last five years?” Kadhek grinned.

“Three! It’s three years!”

"Bah!" Kadhek dismissed that with a wave following several chortles.

“Whatever, she’s a priestess…and you’re…you’re…you’re Fi’irios,” Kadhek ambled alongside Fi'irios.

“She’s beautiful…besides…why are you such a..uh…a um…,”

“A skeptic?” Kadhek interrupted, “Well,” he paused.

“It is a school of thought, one of the many I teach.”

“Why exactly do you have to teach that particular one?”

“Well…would you rather I taught nothing then?”

Fi’irios chuckled, “That’s not what I meant.”

“So, how goes your apprenticeship? I trust you haven’t forged any tools of destruction yet?”

“Those would be weapons, not tools. No I haven’t forged any of those tools yet.”

There was a slight lull in the conversation as they walked down the crowded streets before noon.

“I still can’t believe he was murdered…” Kadhek spoke.

“Quiet! Don’t say that out loud," Fi'irios searched for anyone who heard Kadhek's thought.

“I did not,” Kadhek lowered his voice. Such talk was bound to arouse suspicion where none should be.

“I…can’t believe it either. In the middle of the night…why would anyone desire the death of such a great man?”

“Perhaps he had devils of his own…”