The Council of The Wandering

Gra'akast Temple

Islana stood in the centre of the room for what seemed like ages. She was glad of her walking stick but her ankle was throbbing with pain.

Suddenly she heard a noise from corner of the room, where a small door opened and a group of men and women wearing robes of the faith emerged, each taking a seat at the solid oak table.

The young woman noted three men and two women, all with shaved heads except for the man that sat in the middle seat. He was tall, with a tanned face and long dark hair. The look on his face was stern and commanded respect and deference.

The five looked on with interest and not a little bit surprise at the woman in front of him.

After a long prolonged silence where the man in the head seat stared at Islana's green eyes and sun stroked features he finally said:

"Speak your name to the Council, child." He said in Ozainae is tone flat and commanding.