eir next apprentice. They're a bit of an odd bunch. Grey-haired Gelenni looks on you kindly and when her husband Othán flashes you a wide grin you feel like his best friend already. Sildermid's gaze is inscrutable but you have heard of her great talent and know that you would learn a great deal at her hands. Alli the youngest, meanwhile, is snapping her fingers and playing with fire. She looks like fun, but would she be responsible? Two men stand behind the ladies. Endar, the younger of the two, raises an eyebrow and mutters something to himself. Behind him Bennadán is nearly invisible in his long thick cloak. You can't tell whether he is looking at you - or not. An old man steps toward you. Jorys. If it weren't for the tranquillity in his eyes you might be frightened, for he is the most powerful of them all. "Show me your hands, child," he asks. Slowly you pull off your gloves and hold out your right hand to him. He takes it in his weathered palm and in those few brief seconds, it is like he is reading your life...