Silver Words

((Dalen Archives, later that night))

Enanth had left him in his room, aware that he remained. Leaving him to transcribe Malik, The Fool was a weary task but one that it would keep him busy. Down the tower he went, Regenerative Potions still in hand. Once he had reached the library proper, he placed the book upon a desk. It would take some time for his spell to properly set in, but it could be done.

Steadily, carefully, he worked upon the dweomers. He teased his threads of the Weave past Galladoorn's, well aware that if he failed the backlash would be painful. Still he kept his hands over the book. His eyes were half shut, so concentrated upon his work as the forces of magic swept around him.

His spell was a simple tracking spell, though the traps already there made it not so simple. When he finally snapped his eyes open, he noted the lack of light through the skylights. Work complete, he made his way back to the tower room.

Gareth had finished his ham and was relaxing in the chair when he arrived. "How have you managed?" He asked. When presented the papers, he looked over them with a quick, professional eye. Apart from some obvious misspelling, the man's calligraphy was good. He handed the papers back to him. "Very good. Keep these, to remind you of his lessons. Mayhaps they guide you in the future."

He presented the book of Regenerative Potions. "Understand one thing very clearly, Master Gareth. You have been spared the more unpleasant experience of magic by my own intervention. Rarely do I forget, as the Circle. Should you try to steal again, I will not save you. I believe you to be good of heart and the knowledge in this tome is obviously of not your want. You may take it, Master Gareth. Understand that your actions alone have set many consequences into action. I pray that they do not affect you but I highly doubt the politics of my compatriots.

"The dweomers have been suppressed only for the night. Take this to your mistress. Consider this a gift, Master Gareth. But make quick your steps if you wish to brew a potion. I expect this back in the morning," he finished.

He knew he lied, yet his voice was the same gentle, patient tone he spoke. Whether or not Gareth actually followed through with his deception, he did not know. If he did, it should be a simple matter to trace his mistress out.