Karl left the Skill books behind him and headed for the Monk Elder's place to get the plum wine and to learn about the possibilities of forming an Immortal Spirit without using a skill.
Dana's was nearly finished now, so he needed to catch up.
The Elder's place was a bit different than most of the others in town, as it was actually a converted Temple to some unknown God, made of simple slate blocks, but intricately carved in strategic locations.
"Elder? I was informed you might be able to help me with my Immortal Spirit." Karl called, unsure which of the powerful presences was the Elder himself.
A teen boy came to the door and bowed politely.
"My apologies, Sir. The Elder is not in right now. He is helping the Clan Leader copy a skill book." The boy apologized.
Karl sighed. "So, it's my fault that he's out. I was the one that sold them that skill book. Do you mind if I wait for him? I will make him a gift to make up for delaying his work."
