Looking around, Benn doesn't notice anything obviously out of place...Adam wrote: He shakes his head to dismiss the random derailing of his train of thought, resuming his observation of the surroundings.
except perhaps the repeating owl motif. Some of the carvings depict Ezra accompanied by what appears to be a large barn owl. That's odd, and Benn hasn't seen it before.
As he looks about, Benn realizes he isn't alone near the altar. A soft coughing noise comes from someplace behind him. An old man in a black cassock stands a few feet back and to Benn's left. His beard and hair are white as hoar-frost, and his eyes are greenish- gray, the color of the sea in winter.
''Admiring the artisans' works, eh? Yes, all very fine, but not our greatest treasure, oh no. ''
The man steps closer, turning to face Benn directly, and extends his right hand in greeting. The fingers are very long and thin. Black stains mark the thumb and the tip of the index finger.
From his spot a little distance off, Dorgio observes all of this, seeing the old man come from the door through which the younger female acolyte had departed, several minutes before.

