Elsewhere
Library Of Hidden Knowledge
The library was massive. Shelves stretched toward a ceiling lost in shadow, each one crammed with scrolls, tomes, and tablets from centuries past. Dust motes floated in the thin light from enchanted lamps, and the air smelled of old paper and preserved leather.
Mor'vyre ran his finger along a shelf, reading titles written in languages most people had forgotten. He'd arrived a few hours ago, slipping into the city unnoticed, asking quiet questions that led him here. The librarians had been suspicious at first—strangers didn't usually seek out the oldest sections of the archive. But a few well-placed words about research and historical interest had been enough.
He'd been browsing ever since.
Most of the texts were useless. Agricultural records. Genealogies of minor nobles. Tax collection logs from three hundred years ago. Interesting to someone, maybe, but not to him.
Then he found it.
