[color goldenrod][b]Ganth[/b][/color][hr]
Ganth read over the letter one more time, leaning toward the fading glow of the candle to illuminate the delicate words on white parchment. Lorrimor’s passing did come as a surprise for him. The man was hardly in his prime, but he was also seemingly healthy the last time they met. That made him wonder what sort of unfortunate events that befell the man. All things died, yes, but for a man of such talent, Ganth mourned, regardless. His time had yet to come. 

However, what strange about the letter was that his daughter had mentioned Ganth as one of the beneficiary in Lorrimor’s will. He didn’t know why the professor would choose him, of all people. The man knew he was not very interested in material wealth; coins could be used to fuel his crusades, but that was that. The service of his Lady was its own reward for him. Furthermore, their relationship had been strictly professional; the professor would sometimes assist the inquisitors on their quests, offering advices, knowledge and even trinkets to help ward off the threats of undeath. Lorrimor had brought up questions about his linege before, Aasimars appeared to be a subject of great interest to the scholar. Ganth had always deflect the queries, as his part was not a subject he enjoyed delving into. The reason was both sentimental and practical; his sire would not appreciate stories circulating, and he did not wish revisit much of his trouble youth. 
  
But regardless, he would be there. Lorrimor had been a prominient supporter of his brothers and sisters, and he would not honor the invitation. That meant he would be at the gate before dawn, waving down the first carriage that headed to Ravengro. And that also meant he had a lot of preparing to do. Ganth set the letter down on the table and left to get ready.