“Hmmm? No, she is not fleeing her people or her traditions. She is trying to solve her problem in the way of the world. The way of Kenatos. With money.” He rubbed his fingers together, as if stroking two coins. “She imagines herself to be captive to traditions and customs that were defined by her people. I told her she is already truly free. She does not need to buy her freedom from anyone regardless of her age. We are free, each of us. I am free to enjoy a cup of tea with some lemon juice and a taste of honey. Would you care to enjoy freedom with me?”
“I would,” he said, chafing a bit, for he wanted to float up to the roof and let out a scream of triumph at the thought of leaving Kenatos. But it was rude saying no to Master Shivu.
“That would be pleasant. There is much we need to discuss. I have received a request from Tyrus Paracelsus. He has asked that I provide an escort to his niece. I have chosen you for this assignment, obviously.”
Paedrin looked at his master with eager eyes. “I am honored, Master, that you chose me. I am only seventeen. I thought I was not permitted to leave the monastery until eighteen. You have always given me that as the answer when we discussed this before.”
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Paedrin smirked. “For a wise man, he is foolish. What debt could he owe us?”
Master Shivu smiled. “As you well know, there is no true debt. It is as with the girl; he believes he owes it. What was given was given freely. What was lost was lost freely. You must safeguard his niece. See her safely on her journey.”
Paedrin wrinkled his brow. “Where are we going, Master? Not Silvandom, surely.”
The bell attached to the outer doors rang, sending a shudder through the walls. The temple did not receive many visitors, so everyone would be wondering who it was.
Master Shivu turned and looked back at him, as if he were being especially dense. “That may be a messenger from Tyrus. You leave at dawn for Havenrook. It is the seat of Romani power.” He reached out and rested his hand on Paedrin’s shoulder. “It is a dangerous town, Paedrin. Even the road leading there through the woods is dangerous. Be careful. You are used to the laws and customs of Kenatos. They will not be the same there. You are used to the city and its shops, food, and mix of people and races. It will not be the same out there. Remember your training. Remember the ways of the Uddhava.”
How to Buy it?
“There is an occupation prevalent in nearly every kingdom called a ‘Finder.’ It is actually a shortened name from a Preachán word that is practically meaningless now, as the Preachán have adopted the Aeduan tongue as their own. A Finder is trained to ‘find’ what is lost—be it a person, an object that is stolen, or a safe path through the maze of the city. They even have a guild. Finders also exist in the wilderness, and their services are highly prized and well paid. It was said by one of the wise ancients that it is the very perfection of a man to find out his own imperfections. In a sense, that is what Finders do, but to others, not themselves. Even the tiniest impression of a boot heel can bring a criminal to justice or retrieve that which is lost. The most subtle and patient are the best Finders.”
– Possidius Adeodat, Archivist of Kenatos
