In a wide verandah that opened to the view of a small lake littered with beautiful white-scaled swans that made for an overall picturesque visage, an old man sat with a frown on his face. He was focused on the scroll in his hands, re-reading the content with a vacant gaze as his mind went through a whole lot of possibilities.
The boy was truly a Pathfinder. This changed a lot of things… The reason why Maximus was able to go scot free with just a punishment with the way he acted, was because a lot of the Elders, including him, still doubted the authenticity of Zephyr's Pathfinder status. There was evidence to support it, but it wasn't enough to fully convince most of them at that time…
Even this letter would not have, if it didn't have… that mark. The old man looked at the magical symbol that was signed in blood. This was Maximus basically saying he could vouch for the authenticity of everything in the letter with his life. In fact he had done just that.
