Chimon Tendo

I dance therefore I am
I drink therefore I am drunk
Showing masters what is next
Mentor always the senses leading them to there destiny

The train went clickaty clack down the track.
The mobile beep as the tweet arrived
The fish sat in its bowl and started

The world outside went rushing past ever so fast.
On went the train down the track

The moon had risen to its highest point in the month. The path of Venus was ascending. The six stood on the Edge viewing the plain of Cheshire towards the distant Pennies.
It had been seven days since one of there numbers had vanished from this site. In his honour they had met at the last place he had been. However they were one short the Maester Cleric had not yet arrived.
George turn to Simon and said “we should continue with out MC ”
“don’t be daft we cannot our rules demand seven to be present, 1 Maester Cleric 2 Cleric Guardians, 2 Priests to sanctify our work and two watchers to learn our ways”
Wayne pipped up “sounds like someone has been reading to much Tolkien.”
“ahem “, said a tall old man, the six men bow deeply
“Let us connive Conclave”