Drinian finally relaxed.  He knew that whatever Amora required of him, he was finally free.  Free of imperial traditions; free from constantly being the master and knowing how to do everything; free of demanding expectations from Hilda or Lotor or anyone else.<br/><br/>The monks continued walking to what appeared to be a large monastery overlooking the sea.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://prayerfoundation.org/favoritemonks/worshi2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>He would have grabbed Amora's hand on the walk, and the night was almost over ... but he awaited her direct orders.