Doubts In Solitude

Being back at their now shared home was an odd comfort to Vor. With everyone tied up in their own business it left the estate rather empty, letting him focus on his own duties. While he hadn’t been able to take the books from the Baron’s library, his notes were more than enough to let him begin.
He had found a wealth of information in the religious texts provided, surprising given their relative irrelevance in the historical timeline. He was also surprised to see several phrases written in Greek, along with the names of many prominent figures throughout their history. It disturbed him to see several of them were of Arundan origin, not because he couldn’t believe it, but to have proof of his own people falling to their hubris and ego. Vor knew well the feeling of superiority that came with being closer to the water, and therefore Mitera, but he had been firmly taught that each race existed with Her love and to see those who respected Her realm as equal. The names written were those that believed in the cult's belief that the Araunda stood above all others.
It was in this list of names that he found another disturbing, but potentially useful revelation. Lemaire. He recognised it as the name of the doctor they were against and the fact this member bore the same profession was what made it disturbing. He hoped it was purely coincidence, aware of the effect tradition and expectation had on humans that bound their bloodline to a religion or practice.
With Lady Elizabeth away, he was forced to sit on this tidbit as he worked, though he looked for any other hint of the mystery member.

During his short breaks he would paint to alleviate these troubling thoughts, finding solace in removing such darkness from his mind and locking them away in the canvas. He had also been inspired by the cover of the tome he had found, so full of golden swirls and hidden aquatic details. He was particularly intrigued by a detail in the trim, small white bundles that reminded him of the eerie Isopods found in the depths. The yawning watery darkness that surrounded this new work reminded him of his own concerns about the cult's history, specifically why he had never known about it. His people had many tales that warned against folly, both in children's stories and history lessons. Why then was this seemingly buried so deep… unless his own people had been largely unaware? It only added to the mystery at this point and he decided it best to wait for Lady Elizabeth’s return before he dwelled on it further.