Deeper underground.
When the vast procession of wizards arrived, Ruger once again expanded his mental picture of this enormous complex, extending it over and over. He tried to estimate how many people it could hold if fully occupied. Perhaps a single corner could house the entire population of a small Cavern Domain.
"Sir Ruger, is that the one you meant?" Green asked quietly beside him.
Ruger rolled his eyes. Ever since he had told Green about it, the fellow had been searching the procession for a figure with a large head.
"No, much bigger than that. I'm warning you, there are plenty of High-Rank Wizards here. Don't do anything rude," Ruger said offhandedly.
"Of course, of course."
Green agreed, maintaining a composed demeanor while his eyes discreetly swept back and forth.
After years of effort and attempts by the Knowledge Temple, Green had been the only one to successfully learn the Divine Object Art in that pit and, as a Trainee Path Seeker, complete the work of recording it. As the first wizard in the world besides its creator to learn the Divine Object Art, he was naturally intensely curious. When he heard that one of the sixty Regretful Ones was a One-Ring Wizard, he had clearly been able to accept that, and quite easily at that. But this apprentice truly astonished him.
Ruger raised his eyebrows and walked on at an unhurried pace. Only now did he realize that, strictly speaking, he, a kobold, was the second wizard in the world after Green to successfully receive the Divine Object Art. The sight before him, and what the Holy Tribunal was about to do, had come about because he had helped Green bring this spell back to the Knowledge Temple. Had even one person been missing back then-had he not