The endless war distracted my attention from this greater threat. —Rolan al’Sand, Enlightened of Hyaln “What do you see from up here?” Eldridge asked. Reyanne leaned on the block overlooking Rens, her face an unreadable mask. She’d said little since Eldridge guided her from the great hall, and moved with a soft, shuffling gait. Where had the order found her? And how had she managed to rise so quickly within the order? “I see Rens,” Reyanne said. “Your homeland.” Her expression didn’t change, but something flickered across her eyes. Irritation? Sadness? Maybe a mix of both, he decided. “Once it was, Bishop.” “You can call me Eldridge.” She turned away from the view of Rens. “You are a bishop in the College of Scholars, are you not?” Eldridge nodded.
