Clerical duties (David)

[Preston Salabim]

Ideally, he'd have had time to meet with the other Cleric's prior to the battle.  However, the imminent nature of the battle meant that was not an option.  Still, they had managed to work as a unit and secure a solid and decisive victory.  Now it was the time to make good with his fellow Clerics and learn about them and how to best utilize their skills.  He suspected they would be skeptical of him due to his age, but he hoped that his show on the battlefield would have given them a good first impression.  The rest would hopefully come in time.

He stood at the Cleric's hall, bringing forth a needle to prick his finger and deposit the blood into the small impression so the doors would open from him.  He would stride in confident, head held high.  Like he belonged here. 

[David B.]

Because he did belong.

As he entered, he'd notice this place was almost intrinsicly different that any other in Ayatlan. He could feel the energy there, flowing through the place. It was warm, with Trees and vines and grass coming through all over. Book shelves where everywhere, and the MASSIVE room was FAR larger than any place that should have been there. Clearly, magic made it bigger on the inside.

Sitting at the desk next to the lamp was a man, hunched over a book and writing. He didn't seem to notice Preston just yet.

[Preston Salabim]

If Preston was surprised he hid it well at least. Adjusting his glasses as he made his way to the desk.

"Good day."

[David B.]

The man stood at the voice and turned around.

"Ah, Elder Cleric. Welcome."



He offered his hand.

"I'm sorry we didn't get to do this before the battle. I am Draven Pierce."

[Preston Salabim]

He would take the hand offered to him and shake it.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Cleric of the Great Tree."

He'd look around the room with a nod.

"It is an impressive sight."

[David B.]

Hands going into his jacket, he nodded.

"Yes indeed! Took all four of us and the high chancellor to summon enough energy to create a static dilation effect but it has worked out nicely."

He looked back to Preston.

"Did you want me to show you to your office?"

[Preston Salabim]

"I would love to see it. Thank you."

[David B.]

Giving a nod, he closed the book he was writing in and picked it up. Walking around the table he would lead Preston through the aisle of books and up to some stairs, where he started the climb. As they reached the top, he opened the door, and let Preston in.



"This is all yours, Elder."

[Preston Salabim]

He entered the room and took his time looking around, admiring it. It was quite impressive.

"I assume all of this belonged to the previous Elder?"

Since it was furnished already.

[David B.]

"Actually....to be honest, when he left this became a storage room."

He laughed.

"After you were named I furnished it with items I figured you'd need but you can obviously redecorate as you see fit."

He turned on the light, lamps around the room coming on.

"The staffs are for advanced use, so I'd wait to take them until you have one of your own and are moving into your role as High Chancellor."

He smirked. That's right- everyone knew it was coming. Unlike the other clerics, he felt no jealousy. Content in his role, he'd be there to serve no matter what.

[Preston Salabim]

"I see. Well, since you decorated it with what you thought I might need. I would value your insight into what you laid out and why."

He had more experience than he did in the Cleric life and what they might need or should expect.

[David B.]

He gave a respectful nod.

"I should warn you....the others might be less ah...open to you and your role. A little demonstration goes a long way, just make sure to stand your ground."

He'd turn to start back down the steps, calling back.

"And welcome again!"

Preston would find the room filled with books on magic theory. His desk had blank order sheets so he could issue commands to the team and the army as needed. It had a calendar and a few empty crystals for his own use. There was a table in the corner that had some fluid filled beakers with lids, in case he wanted to inspect those, but otherwise the office was mostly his own home away from home, the small side room even containing a dresser and a cot.

[Preston Salabim]

"It is to be expected. I am young and admittedly inexperienced in these specific matters."

He saw no weakness in admitting his own shortcomings. Far better to be aware and open about them with his team than to turn a blind eye to them and live with a false view of reality. He would be more effective with a critical eye of himself and his team. They would come to respect him in time, or not. But as long as they listened he could make due with that. For now at least.

"Thank you Cleric."

He'd start with inspecting the vials and beakers to identify what was in them currently.

[David B.]

There were two beakers and one vial among a long set of other empty ones. The beaker was labled "Roots of a mountain" and the other was "Breath of a fish". The vial had "liquid sense". There was a small notebook on the table with a bookmark in it, as well as a smaller drawer attached.

[Preston Salabim]

He'd move on to the notebook first.