Brendan had left some time past.
The proceedings bored him and the decadence left an ill taste in his mouth.
He'd seen the highs and the lows of Lancel, and he knew all Babel's were built on the backs of others. Every luxury required maintenance, all glamour required a hundred to be exploited behind the scenes. People were mere commodities. Something had to be done or he would be crushed beneath the weight of it.
So he left.
He at once felt claustrophobic and agoraphobic as the seer scale and mass of it all lumped in on itself.
This did not help his sense of direction. The voices buzzing in English and Spanish and countless other languages.
Then he was greeted by a familiar voice speaking in Latin,
"Hello, what do we have here? I thought you'd still be with your tour group.
"You know it leaves me ill at ease. Is there ship here? I may take my rest there yet.
"You will insult the hosts, if you have not already. I should have been sent.
"You speak openly of things you should not think of Frater Iohannis.
"I was sent as a counter measure to you, to weigh against you and to insure you do not let ideals cloud your judgement. They had rivalry in mind when they sent me.
"It is petty minded however, brother. Foolishness that we have both suffered from. I ask you only to walk from my side in equal honour.
"Easily said as my superior,
" Iohnnis replied digressing, "But you were given it too early and I shall not let you falter. None the less, the Order is first. I shall take you to your proper room. I hunted down a map incase I needed to find you.
"Thank you Frater Iohnnis, I am glad you can put your rivalry aside.
"My rivalry is small and you will only see it if it will benefit the Order. If my friendship will benefit the Order, then you may yet see that as well.
"Li rai ked mille ma fil ti."
"Leave your dialects to your mother Rafel, and I shall lead the way.
edited 19th Aug '12 12:18:35 PM by Fauxlosophe