Tyr III

"But the mechanics of this ritual-," protested Tyr as he began to find the shadows of doubt – familiar little things, they were, though they became not so little when he let them take root – curl around his heart and mind. 

"Are not yours to concern yourself with," said Signi in matter of fact voice. "You would know not of the intricacies detailed in the formula regardless of how I explained them to you, and I will be first to admit that I am no wise and talented educator. But I know what my gifted eyes see, and I tell you now that the formula the Chronicler has devised is without fault."

"This…Chronicler. He, she – whatever it may be – also worries me. Can it truly be trusted?" Tyr put a hand to his helm, remembering the Chronicler.