[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

"Right here," Renata replied, also emerging from the ruins. Even in the dark of night, the unmistakeable musty smell of stacks and stacks of bound volumes had led her to tail Tiras into the library. Perhaps, in different circumstances, she would have felt compelled to browse the shelves, but books were a tricky thing. She still remembered the irrational fear the Church held for any tome whose pages had even the slightest chance of containing subversive information or forbidden spells, and she had no desire to disturb this place any more than she needed to lest she accidentally open up a book that awakened some vengeful ancient spirit... Besides the fact that it was impossible to read in the dark.

"Were you... looking for that?" Renata noticed Tiras was holding something. She had so many questions. How had Tiras found this place? How had he found a route that was perfectly invisible to the morphs? And who was Persephone? The brief sense of wonder she'd felt in the library was replaced by frustrated fear. What was he thinking? It's a wonder we're not dead right now! "Couldn't this have waited until—" She sighed, remembering the bizarre state Tiras had been in until he had become conscious again. Perhaps he hadn't been given the choice to wait until sunrise. Whatever the case, this was more than just sleepwalking. "What happened?" She looked back in the direction whence they came: without the ruins to orient herself, she would have found it difficult to retrace her steps. "Actually, let's get back to the others first. They'll want to hear about this too."