Emerius walked over to the logs he dropped and slowly picked them back up, stacking each one on top of the other. Once his arms were full, he returned to the camp and layered them beside the fire pit.
"The others should be back soon."
Charon grunted in response, still grappling with all of the recent revelations.
'So I'm an Acolyte now?'
He didn't feel very different. If not for Emerius mentioning anything, he would have thought it was something else that had caused his dream.
'But it wasn't, I'm an Acolyte.'
Glancing up, he saw Emerius sit on a dirt mound opposite him and draw one of his swords, before laying it across his lap. He then reached into his robe and withdrew a dark rock before slowly running it along the blade's edge, each swipe causing a soft ring.
"So why is it so weird that I gained so many ranks?"
Emerius looked up while continuing his stroke, his expression warm, albeit tinged with tiredness.
