"Cleric Wreath," Tenebrae said, nodding imperiously at him.
"Your Eminence," Wreath responded, bowing deeply. "To what do I owe the honour?"
"Why do you think we're here?" Craven said, almost sneered. "You're late with your report. Did you think the High Priest would forget? Do you think him a fool?"
"I do not think him a fool, no," Wreath answered calmly. "But as to the intelligence of the people that accompany him, I'm afraid I cannot say."
"An insult!" Craven screeched. "How dare you! How dare you use a derogatory tone in the presence of the High Priest!"
"Enough," Tenebrae sighed, "both of you. Your constant bickering tries my patience."
"My humblest apologies," Craven said immediately, bowing and closing his eyes, his lower lip trembling on the verge of tears. A magnificent performance, as usual.
"Yes," Wreath said. "Sorry about that."
"Despite Cleric Craven's overt dramatics," Tenebrae said, "he is quite correct to point out that you are late with your report. How is Valkyrie Cain progressing through her studies?"
"She's a fast learner," said Wreath. "As far as the practical side goes anyway. She's a natural at shadow casting, and every time I see her she's improved."
"And the philosophical aspect?" Quiver asked.
The 1st 2 pages of Chapter 1... more later.