The little monk sat in the Commons of the Avalon Elyisum in one of the comfortable chairs. He was seemingly staring off into space while turning a loop of beads through his fingers. He was in his fairly customary black cassock and his canvas satchel was on the floor, resting against the chair.
In his mind, Teo was running through several speculative passages on blood sorcery and how they might be applicable to the Ordo's blood alchemy. He knew he was close to unlocking the power in his blood, he could feel it. It was just at the edge of his finger times. There was just something missing, some final something that he needed to make that final step.
Savnok