[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras walked with sure steps for about an hour, leading Renata in silence to another ruin. Also small, like the last one, the smallish structure was overgrown with weeds. Even in the moonlight, the roof was discernably cracked open. Dark, abandoned, and alone. Not even the faintest sign of morphs here.

Tiras awakened, noticing that he was on his feet, and in a different place than he left. His sword and helm were on, and his halberd was in his hand. He raised the visor so he could see a little better. This was a darker, more forbidding place than the last time.

"Where--?"

Tiiiiiiraaaaasss....

The squire looked around for the voice, noticing that Renata was standing behind him, her concerned expression mixed with fear. Yet it was not her that called to him. He looked around, and heard his name again, coming from deeper within the structure. He walked in, turned left, and beyond the throne room, there was a library. She called him again, and in the moonlight flooding in through the ruined ceiling, he saw a book, glowing to his sight. Black, with purple, blue, and gold accents.

Like her.

The squire wasn't sure where that certainty came from, but he grabbed up the tome quickly and went out the way he came.

"Renata, are you still here?" he called, looking around for her.