09-25-2015, 09:16 AM
Paige really wanted to believe that this was all a dream. That this adventure was just a figment of her imagination drawn up by late nights of research. Yet she woke up on the road, traveling with Shad and their companion Ambrose. Both of them were fugitives to the empire and, by association, she was likely joining them. She couldn’t ask for better partners, particularly since she could never figure out how to start a fire with rocks. Paige imagined her journey across Elibe in search of books would have been filled with more inns and cart travel. Now, she was lucky they made it to Santaruz at all.
Despite her current travel arrangements, Paige was glad to be in this particular city. This library was supposed to have a copy of the Ostian bloodline. If she couldn’t get her hands on that, there was a local monastery. The monks there often transcribed books to create multiple copies. In fact, the copy in Pherae originated from this monastery. If she couldn’t get a written history, perhaps she could settle for an oral one.
That is, if they could get past the guards.
The fact that there were Imperial soldiers patrolling the streets didn’t bode well for Paige’s research. Had they already confiscated the book? She couldn’t dwell on these thoughts for long: Ambrose warned of soldiers approaching. She did as she was told and raised the hood of her cloak. The librarian kept quiet and listened intently for clues about the status of the city.
Despite her current travel arrangements, Paige was glad to be in this particular city. This library was supposed to have a copy of the Ostian bloodline. If she couldn’t get her hands on that, there was a local monastery. The monks there often transcribed books to create multiple copies. In fact, the copy in Pherae originated from this monastery. If she couldn’t get a written history, perhaps she could settle for an oral one.
That is, if they could get past the guards.
The fact that there were Imperial soldiers patrolling the streets didn’t bode well for Paige’s research. Had they already confiscated the book? She couldn’t dwell on these thoughts for long: Ambrose warned of soldiers approaching. She did as she was told and raised the hood of her cloak. The librarian kept quiet and listened intently for clues about the status of the city.