Vestach was a hard man to read, a trait that was quite typical of the aged members that held the most prominent positions within the church. At only a pace and a half in height, the archbishop was hardly taller than the Inverted boy that had just been sent to the palace's lower chambers, with a pudgy face that was so full with wrinkles that the man had always reminded Maels of a sly old bulldog.
"Enough formalities. My time is short and I have much to tell you."
Could it be a new assignment?
Maels fixed an expectant stare at his direct superior. A product of carefully refracted rays of light, Vestach's transparent figure looked identical to his actual appearance in all aspects save for the bright outline of golden illumination that surrounded his frame. If Maels were to perform the same spell, there wouldn't be nearly as much residual magic spilling off of the light projection, a product of poor energy consolidation.
"Please instruct me, Your Eminence."
