[center][h2][color=fff200][b]Beselot Berhe[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

Beselot sat on the monastery garden’s grassy floor with his legs crossed and eyes closed, under the warm caress of the Sun’s rays. From time to time he would be refreshed by a gentle breeze. Just yesterday he came to this monastery dedicated to Sol after many months journeying around the Empire. He felt exhausted by the struggle against evil and corruption and he needed a period of respite that the relative safety of the monastery provided. 

Unfortunately, it seemed that safety would not last for much longer. News have reached his ears through the gossip network of the monastery that the Westgate has fallen to the Scorn. Very soon the entire heartland of the Empire will be under siege by the unnatural monstrosities from the Ebony Mountain and then nowhere would be safe. Panic has already begun to grip the citizens and even the monks within the monastery are showing more and more anxiousness every day. Beselot may have chastised them for their lack of composure if he didn’t feel the unease within his chest as well. 

He didn’t concern himself much about the Scorn during his travels. He heard a lot of rumours about the war on the western borders of the Empire, but at the time he considered that an army should handle a matter of an exterior threat while he tried to solve the problems arising in the Empire’s interior. Alas, it seemed that the Scorn has now made itself an interior threat as well. 

Beselot was shaken out if his meditation by the sound of an approaching monk. He was a young man, of similar age as Beselot, who only recently entered the service to Sol and was thus left with menial duties, such as being a messenger boy. Right now he came to Beselot holding a letter in his hand. His manner of holding the letter, with a degree of awe and respect, told Beselot that the sender of the letter must be someone important. 

The paladin of Sol accepted the letter and thanked the young monk. As if to confirm his suspicion he saw the Royal Seal on the wrapping. He broke it and read the letter’s contents before raising his head to look at the monk again. 

[b][color=fff200]“Tell the head monk that I will be leaving again.”[/color][/b]

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The next day Beselot stood before the Emperor Janus and bowed deeply. 

[b][color=fff200]“Your Majesty, I have come to answer the summons.”[/color]
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