Though the chances of the Abreeant encountering another priest in that particular section of the templea seldom-used wing devoted primarily to storageat that time of the night was unlikely, he did not wish to be seen. Even the suggestion of impropriety on his part would make the young priest lose his nerve and return to his quarters. And his quarters were the last place in which he wished to spend any more time. True to his expectations, none of the high priests of Waukeen had sent any kind of word to Pilos on the Grand Syndar’s condition in well over a day. As the Abreeant had suspected, Grand Trabbar Lavant had had no intention of keeping Mikolo’s attendant informed of the old man’s health or potential for recovery. Though he had tried to remain obedient, Pilos could not stand to await news any longer. Of course, the Abreeant could not approach the Grand Syndar’s chambers and demand an explanation. At the very least, the high priests would order him back to his chambers with an admonition to perform some penance for his indiscipline.
