"Objections? You had objections to what exactly?" Cue Prince Seleth, leaving the office just like the last time.
"Aland, brother." Aland, for his part, grimaced at the sight of his brother.
"Last time you caught up with me, it was foreboding and unpleasant." "I will try to not make it a habit." Prince Seleth smiled weakly.
"Father forgot to mention... you are to take two thousand gold pieces from the Treasury to cover your expenses." "My expenses? Isn't the Temple whats-it-name just about half-way to the Redforest?" "As Father has put it, 'just in case Lady Rodvaric's face isn't enough to convince old man Erif to be talkative'. No offense, Lady Rodvaric. Father also believes that your quest might not be so simple... after all, twenty years is a lot of time for scholars and their books to move around the world. The Temple of Our Lady of the Solemn Oath might not be the end, but barely the beginning of your journey. I am of the same thinking, to be honest." "If only Father would be as reasonable as he is prudent." Prince Seleth smirked, shrugging in the same time.
"Well, I've said what was there to say. So please visit the Treasurer on your way out and request two thousand five hundred gold pieces from him." Aland nodded, then blinked in confusion.
"Wait, two thousand or two thousand five hundred?" "I have convinced the Treasurer to toss in an extra five hundred." "How?" A second of pause.
"Ah, did you ship him his favorite vintage again?" "A casket per hundred gold each. Elona's father was more than happy to provide." Aland and Seleth shared a little chuckle, and hugged each other.
But while Aland turned to walk down the corridor, Seleth kept a hold on his hand.
"Something wrong?" "Aland, Cymon was a fool in his treatment of his Hestian Ring." "Right..." "Look, he thought of it as a sacred heirloom. But it is not a sacred item. Not a relic, an artifact, a trinket. It is a tool! And tools are meant to be used! Use it in every fight. Every day. Every hour, even, if its magics allow for it. Don't be like Cymon and barge into fighting without having such a supreme tool to aid you." Aland let out a sigh, and then nodded.
"I wouldn't call Cymon a fool. Quite the opposite, he was a brilliant man. But yes, I do agree he was a bit... romantic and sentimental about many things. Including the ring. Fear not, Seleth. I will put the Hestian Ring to a good use." "Thank you. Now, if you excuse me, Father wishes to speak with me some more." "Be brave, brother!" Seleth smirked, opened the door, and disappeared inside the Office once more.
"Right, Casslan, would you lend me a hand with the money? The rest of you, wait for us at the courtyard. It shouldn't take long."