[Numerologist]
First mention (by name): 9.63
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| 9.63 | That was the strange arithmetic that was being calculated across the abacus at this moment. A delicate finger jerked forwards—stopped. The control wasn’t perfect. So the man who had been known as the [Numerologist] his base class, then a [Patternlord of Graven Icons], one of the five Traders of Roshal who had been saved from the purge of the deadlands, grimaced a moment. |
| 9.63 | Andra Meitolo. A former half-Elf. Her body was Human, which she did not like, but her entire nature was impatience. She strode around, talked like a storm. It was at odds with Thatalocian; if not for their bond as ghosts who had escaped the dead gods, she might have never associated with the [Numerologist]. |
| 9.63 | He had been very exacting; they all had. No one wanted an ‘old’ body, but rather to Yazdil’s surprise, the [Numerologist] had demanded one at least 40 years old—in the best condition, obviously—but that old. |
| 9.63 | Yazdil watched as the old [Numerologist] slowly wrote down numbers on a sheet of vellum neatly. Thatalocian did not respond, and so the two lapsed into a silence as the Naga observed the numbers being obsessively written down in an incomprehensible pattern. They made no sense to Yazdil, and some numbers had been invented, so he understood, for more elegant usage in whatever odd language Thatalocian wrote. |
| 9.63 | Yazdil was prepared to tell Thatalocian and smiled teasingly, but the [Numerologist] just kept writing. The vellum was so thin the candlelight made it transparent, and he had such a long sheaf of it that he was writing on, endless numbers that gave Yazdil a mild headache to behold. |
| 9.63 | But his obsession was not the same as Thatalocian’s. The [Numerologist] seemed to respect Erin in different terms. Even so, Yazdil knew the answer. |
| 9.63 | The old [Numerologist] removed his glasses; and that was it. He thought of himself as a numerologist before [Slaver]. |
| 9.63 | The [Numerologist]’s eyes found Yazdil’s, two serpentine orbs. |
| 9.63 | He slithered away as the [Numerologist] called back. |
| 9.63 | A man who looked white haired, but had a body that was hale and hearty, if somewhat long of legs, a Human man, was for Thatalocian, and the [Numerologist] bent his head over it and pronounced it good. The hour was almost midnight, and he was waiting for the best moment to make the transfer. |
| 9.63 | [Numerologist]. A man stooped and hunched with spectacles askew as [Slaves] and guards rushed at him, surrounded by [Slavers] like Morren who had seen Shaullile’s disdain for him. |
| 9.63 | They thought a [Numerologist], a [Patternlord of Graven Icons], was a weak man. Thatalocian had survived the Long Night. |
| 9.68 | Andra’s own lips thinned, and her nostrils flared. The [Numerologist] smiled as Pazeral scowled and Shaullile shrugged. |
| 9.68 | The [Numerologist] nodded to the others, and Shaullile nodded back, as did Andra. Pazeral just yawned. |
| 9.68 | The [Numerologist] frowned, then smiled faintly at Erin. He glanced at Ulvama, then looked Erin in the eyes. |
| 9.68 | “Refuse a second time and he will let Lord Pazeral have his way. The female Masters are not better than Yazdil. The [Numerologist] least of all.” |
| 10.14 | [Numerologist]. He was a different kind of expert in the world of numbers. He belonged to a field as heretical and foreign to Yelroan as blood magic was to healing magic. |
| 10.14 | Whose and where? The [Numerologist] had a hunch, but he contented himself with the hunt. His opponent was young; there were other seekers, so the old man lit a candle and smiled as he lowered the ink censer. He picked up a folded piece of paper and inserted his fingers into a delicately made little toy children loved. He opened and closed it until another number appeared, folding up a flap of paper, noting it down. |
| 10.14 | Math time. Hexadecimal hadn’t even lasted a minute in the face of codebreaker abilities. He had to hit them with something way beyond what Salii and Quiteil and the [Numerologist] could handle. |
| 10.14 | They were coming. Yelroan actually felt the [Numerologist] in his head beginning to write down the true amount of gold contained in the inn. Or rather, the numbers were reading themselves out of his mind. |
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