Pronunciation: SAY-threh VEHTH-nah
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Motto: Advancement at any cost
Desires: To become head priest of Thesl
Weapon of Choice: Deception
Description: Red-streaked and watering, Sethre’s dark eyes shifted in their swollen sockets and gave him the aspect of a creature feral and diseased. I thought of him as the dog that watches and waits to bite until you’ve turned away. On the whole his face was our father’s, broad and thick-browed, and his body, too, blessed with natural stoutness that brought him more respect than he deserved. Like me, he wore a long blue tunic and sheepskin mantle and had pinned his conical cap upon his left shoulder to signify he was yet a priest in training. The pin fastened through his cap was a disk of pure gold with a dozen black agates circled about its rim and filigreed blue glass at its center.
Discussion Questions for Sethre
- Why does he steal Leures’ augury?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your best-loved quote?
- Why does he speak against Leures?
- Did he deserve Leures’ wrath?
- Should Leures have forgiven him?
Broad-shouldered and paunchy, my brother had aged into softness as most pampered men do. From where I stood, I could smell the odor of olive oil and wine and temple incense he oozed. Beneath all, hung a greasy stench reminiscent of pig flesh. Speechless, he squinted and blinked, staring at me. I wondered if he’d forgotten my name. My face couldn’t have been so changed from the one he’d seen daily in our youth.