Emery took over an hour inside the room, yet the two priests on the ground floor of the building were not angry. They had slight smiles on their wrinkled faces; they followed Bishop Darcy down winding corridors to Abbot Eurico's room.
It was very good that Emery had a photographic memory, if he needed to run for some reason or needed to go to the abbot's office at an unconventional time, he wouldn't be lost.
Abbot Eurico is a 60-year-old man with the appearance of a 50-year-old man, short blond hair with gray streaks, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and around his mouth. The abbot's eyes were almost blind, but no one dared to scoff or take advantage of his deficiency.
Abbot Eurico was seated in a comfortable high chair, he wore a clean and simple cream-colored tunic, with the church symbols in a sky blue tone, giving a gentle aura to this gentleman who looked like a friendly neighbor or a loving grandfather.
