Clerical duties (David)

[Preston Salabim]

"I will do my best to be worthy of the responsibility given to me."

[David B.]

The elder Rince- Preston nodded. They reached the top of the stairs to find all four clerics waiting at the foot of the throne. As Joaquin saw the chancellors condition he rushed forward, helping him continue to limp to the throne where he sat, taking several breaths. His flames leapt up all over his body as he turned to Preston.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

[Preston Salabim]

"I warned him of my vision and listened as he explained what I must do."

[David B.]

Joaquin turned back as the Chancellor sat up straighter.

"I am dying, Joaquin. I am dying and I have chosen Preston as my successor."

Joaquin's eyes bulged.

"He's not ready. Not for years. There isn't a single magic he can do that I can't do better. Or any of the clerics cant do better. He's not ready."

"I agree."

The flaming mans fire burned a little softer, as his fists clenched and then released.

"What must we do?"

The chancellor, pale, would look to the others.

"You four have been my most trusted servants. Preston will need time, and experience, and knowledge. The news of my passing will be met with hard news, and all will look to the council for help. Someone will be selected by Preston to succeed me in his stead as Council head, while he gains what he needs to be leader. I trust you all to support and guide him in these matters."

The four bowed low.

[Preston Salabim]

Preston stood there somewhat awkwardly adjusting his glasses before speaking up.

"It was not my wish for things to happen this way. But I do hope I can count on you. On all of you."