| The Astronomer's Divination |

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The moon glints in Tuzic’s telescope as he attempts to adjust the dials on the delicate tool. “Hrmph” the forest dwarf grunts in frustration as he sits himself down on the grass behind him… He takes a deep breath as his gaze shifts to the moon he had been trying so hard to get a closer look at.

 

He had been out there for a while, the teachings of Dungrimm ringing loudly in his ears along with the crashing of blades and the shock of cannons. Many hours passed as the lessons filled his mind, his worship drawing him deep into the night before his curiosity brought him to break out his telescope. 

 

Tuzic sits up, calm after his worship of the Lord of Avarice. He adjusts the device, and quickly focuses it on the moon with the turning of some dials. “Surely t’is telescope es not enough to gaze upon tha halls o’ Khaz’A’Dentrumm?” he wonders aloud to himself in his thick accent as he brings his eye to the eyepiece. “Mmm aye… as ah thought.” Tuzic mutters then as he sees the slightly-magnified moon through his elaborate contraption. His gaze lingered though on the lunar surface, his eyes flicked across it as if looking for answers. Hours turn to minutes as he gazes in worship; and soon the sun would begin to wash away the tapestry of stars that filled the sky as the object of his gaze fell behind the horizon.

 

The rising sun brought Tuzic back to his feet, Armakak’s generous warmth spurring him. As he turned to leave and take on the day, he felt the relief of an empty mind - one devoted to the Brathmordakin, and to Dungrimm. The crash of metal on metal and the boom of the gunpowder had left his ears, and a fire of determination burned in his heart in its place. And then he was off… much was to be discussed with the King and Lord Bear.