Inside Quesil Migdol, floor four. Tall stone pillars rose in fixed intervals, and rows of parchments hung high above in ordered vertical lines that formed the archive.
Vencian held a parchment between his fingers and read without looking down for long. "Arche of Living Causatum. The arkspren bonded to archean of this arche can see the invisible threads of emotion, promise, causality and destiny. Quite an interesting Arche, isn't it?"
He let the words sit, then folded the lower edge of the parchment with his thumb before lifting his head.
He leaned back against a pillar with his legs stretched out, parchments scattered across his thighs and brushing the stone floor. His gaze stayed forward as if waiting.
Roselys sat against the next pillar with her back straight, one hand resting against the stone beside her while her eyes stayed slightly off him.
"You said you wanted to talk?"
Vencian turned his head toward her and gave a small nod. "I did."
