“Your devotion to the gods does not mean that they feel the same about you." Toriam Osis, Athar     Fourth Clerk's Day of Savorus, 126 HR Terrance stood at one of the work tables in his laboratory in the Shattered Temple, tying dried moon thistles and fire nettles into small bouquets. Jaya helped him by sorting the herbs, cutting ribbons and labeling small tags in her curved but neat handwriting. She didn't speak, however, knowing him well enough to know that he was lost in thought. Brewing potions, ointments or other tinctures was always a source of calm and relaxation for him, and he particularly enjoyed doing this when he wanted to reflect on something in peace. Today, his thoughts kept circling around his old temple. Of course, it was nothing new that he was reminded of the Conclave from time to time. The encounters with Elyria, who had visited him repeatedly over the last thirty years, inevitably brought back memories of his time in El...