Seth watched the trial, silently judging Silir’s odd behavior during the trial, beliving it to be an attempt tp point out Elokarir’tir’leh unworthyness of the title and power residing within it. Then the verdict came, Seth wasn’t suprised. They simply did see past the act, the actions were illegal, a simple matter. Then Silir drew his blade, Seth calmly took the high ground of the spectator wings, knowing if the fighting moved up to him, he would have enough time to blast them down and call for help. After all, the Shadow Council still wanted him alive, for what purpose? He didn’t know. Does that mean Silir has lost his favor from the Shadow Council? “Rhael! Seth! Need you at the clinic!” Dele shouted as Silir took his own life. Yes, he had lost his position to the Shadow Council.
He called back. “Silir is slaying himself!” as the room were in shock.
As Dele and Rhaelanthur attended the dieing elf, he knew his duty were at the clinic, for whatever foolish soul has arrived and so he went, finding a dark elf named Rhys. Simply beated up by badly, he mostly needed time. Seth, unmoved by Silir’s odeal found some wramth in the rememrance of a beach as the dark elf used to live by one.
On his way back home, a slight worry came to his mind. He knew with certanty that Silir Uradir were a student of Kalenz and related to the Shadow Council, yet he didn’t know of the one who took his place. He gathered the dosis af Javens he took everynight and went to yet another restful sleep without any nightmares to haunt the old elf.