By the time he returned triumphantly to his shop Prism found he had hours of work stacked up. They'd lost Blake, Bentora and Leiko to a bar in another town. After that he'd walked Emeryl all the way back to the Church, where they found Maskini wounded. When Emeryl calmly healed the boy-by this time he'd grown used to Maskini popping up with a tattered leg-the abbot was very impressed and welcomed him back as a mature young adult.
      He'd gotten word from Alan. The two took their mother and went to Thessalonica. Alan very plainly suggested that Eric was interested in more than just parrying with Syiera. It was short and brief, but since Alan didn't write he imagined he had to pay a messenger to do it. After all, he had to buy a new set of clothes on his way back as well, and he wouldn't have much money on him unless he fought some monsters on their way back home.
      Blowing dust off an unused book he opened it to the first blank page. Outside the window Emeryl trotted by followed by Maskini. The white boy trailed the elf like a puppy dog since they'd come back.
      "Sir?" his apprentice tapped him on the shoulder.
      "Hmm?" Prism glanced up.
      "Should I put that book away?" he pointed to the blank pages.
      "No, I'm going to use this to record everything that's happened. Maybe I'll be able to answer all those questions..." he paused queerly as he saw a drow elf toddle by the shop curiously.
      "Something wrong, Sir?" his apprentice hefted up a nearby pile of books.
      "No... it's fine." Prism bowed his head into his book.