from the emotional outburst apparently, so out of sorts for the venerably elitist and reserved Tribunal of the Arcanuum) which would have struck a comical cord if only Amun could be remote now and observing it from afar. Alas, he had to be quite present for it - again and again.


    and his warted nose could definitely smell the soot of Amun''s ambition along with the pang of sulfur that lingered after one had consorted with the infernal planes. Certainly this twisted toad of the Tribunal also knew ritual that could cleanse such reeks after one plane walked to the astral, divine or infernal realms and Amun regretted not having time to wash-up before so many summons to Marrin privately. Marrin offered gentle coercion on numerous occasions, intimate talks on where Amun’s attitude and aptitudes were taking him. Curious social probings. Immaturely, Amun had once thought the old man kindly and merely was envious of the subordinate’s youthful vigor and ambition, but no- Marrin had turned him in, not Ben, it was Marrin indeed.


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    With a sneer, Amun submitted his final statement before their judgement. He knew how this thread was to end, after all.