The Monks Of Empath Abbey
Visitor
Hurriedly he walked down the marble entryway with the crate in his hands. Every eye that turned upon him and his cargo quickly veered away, locking themselves quickly behind their closed doors. His pace forced the robe on his form to billow and drag in the breeze he created. Left at the end of the hall and through another door would see him to his destination. It opened on it's own for they had been watching for him and it closed behind just as quietly. Seated behind the ash table, Superior beckoned him forward. Superior's hand reached out, palm up. His own unwrinkled set held the crate out in offering. Gnarled and bent one of Superior's fingers motioned it down to the desk and he did as he was bid. Head bowed, he backed away with his eyes downcast and averted.
"Tell them." Rough and spittle filled the voice ordered. "Tell them it has arrived. We will be gathering soon." A dry hacking cough followed as the young monk backed towards the door with his eyes still downcast. Once completely out he straightened. Thrice would be the number he had to remember.
"Tell them." Rough and spittle filled the voice ordered. "Tell them it has arrived. We will be gathering soon." A dry hacking cough followed as the young monk backed towards the door with his eyes still downcast. Once completely out he straightened. Thrice would be the number he had to remember.