T25.13 The Tentweaver, Part 2.1

The wet footsteps from outside Shurmo's tent grew louder as Shurmo stopped knitting and just sat silently.

"Sophma... Come to harass this old lady after you've learned everything from her?" Shurmo spoke in a sarcastically bitter tone with a cold smile on her face as she heard a sigh escape from the approaching young man outside.

Soon, Shurmo saw her grandson Yeiluma turn towards the direction of the young man. After a few moments, he began exclaiming excitedly, "Uncle Sophma!", as he ran towards the young man who soon came into the view having picked up the energetic boy with a single arm.

The young man named Sophma was tall, well built, swarthy in complexion, and but bore a gentle countenance that stood in stark contrast to his formidable body that was draped in the fabrics of the Envoy of the Priests. Like all entrusted with sacred duties, he wore his hair long in dark colored ponytail which was topped with the crest of the Circumpunct wrought in Azure Bramber - which represented the home that they now had to abandon.

Shurmo could not help but furrow her brows at this sight.

This was the most loyal of her disciples to whom she had taught almost everything she knew.

Yet it was at this critical moment they had gone against all that she had taught, and exercise the power she bestowed them in blind servitude.

"Elder Shurmo..." Sophma bowed deeply while still holding up Yeiluma who giggled as he sat upon his sinewy forearm.

Shurmo could not help but narrow her eyes at the sight of this.

She wanted to go off in a sarcastic monologue - but she knew she had to set a good example for Yeiluma who was now here.

"The Envoy of the Priests! Using a child as a shield against admonition!" Shurmo snapped inwardly at the Sophma as she snorted inaudibly.