It was a few minutes before the appointed hour that Amos arrived at the casting room. "Good morning, Merrion," he greeted. His voice was, if possible, softer than usual. The priest was a creature of candlelit readings and cicada symphonies; mornings tended to leave him bloodless.
But, in spite of his subdued mien, Amos was determined to be as effective a teacher as possible. This would be good practice, after all, for when he at last found a successor. So he walked over to Merrion and handed him the completed scroll. "I shall give you time to go over this as I set up, yes? Please do feel free to take as long as you need."
With that, the priest reached into his satchel. He drew out a stone obelisk, around half a meter in height, and set it on the nearest table.