You were given instructions to report to number eight, Fountain Square Street South on Saturday promptly at nine in the morning.
You waited (some of you patiently, some with trepidation, and others, still, with mild indignation) for Saturday to arrive wondering if the chores assigned to you would be easy or hard, but mostly hoping they would be short, for the weather this week has been splendid (except for that little rain on Tuesday) and the weekend promises to be warm and sunny. Surely there will be new goods in the markets. Ships have sailed in this week from Alderstan and Brontwinter. If you can get out early enough you may even catch the match between West Green and Down Northern on the School Park field.
Fountain Square is a rectangular group of buildings around a field and city garden with several small decorative fountains. It is to the southeast of the School Park Fields (which are just to the east of the School for Wizards). The eastern buildings of the Square face Lower Waterside Street, the northern buildings face School Street, the western buildings face West Fountain Square Street, and you will need to find #8 Fountain Square Street South. The buildings are all two or three stories high, made of dark brown and red bricks, and are some of the oldest buildings in this part of the city. Most of the buildings are dormitories (for school students) some are apartments (rented by upper middle class people with small families) and the rest are small offices and storage buildings used by the school for non academic records.
You find the address easily, and when you arrive you are surprised that you are not alone. There are five of you, all students of the School, waiting at the small blue door below the number eight and a sign that reads, “School of Botany – Field Records and Collections”
The door is shut, and locked, but before you can wander away safely in the knowledge that you showed up as you were told, but left because no one was there, a tall, elegant, middle aged, human woman arrives carrying a satchel, on a strap over her shoulder. She is fair skinned, and there are only the smallest of wrinkles near the corners of her eyes. She is attractive, not too thin, with a square posture (she holds her shoulders back in a way that seems to say she has been trained to do it that way). Her hair is red (not a natural red, but the more common red dye that is popular with women of a particular skin tone) and her eyes are golden brown. She is not ample, in the chest, but her waist is small and her hips somewhat narrow which gives her a unique look that is at once fitting and at the same time just off enough to make her stand out the right amount. Her attire is simple, but expensive, a close fitting skirt, long, made of a rich (in texture) heavy fabric in a dark speckled blue that is pleated in deep folds, and a brown shirt, with long sleeves, worn high on the neck. Over her shirt she wears a light weight vest of dark green wool embroidered with silver thread in patterns that resemble bent tear drops (paisleys? It is difficult to tell, without getting close and possibly being caught in an awkward stare). Her belt is narrow, and has a simple gold buckle.
This woman smiles when she sees the five of you, and introduces herself.
”Good morning gentleman, ladies, my name is Ellsinore Lucinda, but you should call me Mistress Lucinda. My business here today is to find a collection of papers that were cataloged some years ago by a past member of the school staff by the name of Canterwil. Mister Canterwill spent many summers abroad, and kept extensive notes on the flowers and trees of the northern part of Dulwal, in Conermay. We are going to find Mr. Canterwill’s notes, and bundle them up for shipment to the County Seat of Conermay for permanent storage in a library they are constructing there. I’ll be giving each of you a specific job to do, and I hope we can be done here before the restaurants on North River’s View Parkway open tonight, as I have an engagement with friends at the Duckwood Stair, and hope to be there on time. I’m sure you are filled with questions, but for the time being we’ll unlock the door, get ourselves down to the archive, and I’ll explain what we are looking for, alright, good.”
A young man wearing the robes of the school with the hood up tries very hard to not be noticed. He's reading a book that is written in an unusual language.
When Lucinda approaches, the young man will (after everyone else has introduced themselves) "I'm Aureth ma'am."
Adjusting the frill of her mauve skirt the girls tail tugs at the hem as well.
"Right, so find the boring papers by nobody that weren't important enough to keep track of or archive properly so they can be sent somehwere else to store and ignore as well, do it fast so the bossy lady doesn't miss her tea time. I am so excited to be a part of this! If any of us could possibly have questions about such a simplistic task they'd have been better off expelling us." The sarcasm is thick in the sullen young womans tone as she glares a challenge at their supervisor.
"Hello mistress, I'm Rovosi, do you believe it would really take that long? I suppose we better get to it. Oh, and don't worry, if I can't reach some Nala will grab it for me"
As the gnome says "Nala" the head of a small lemur pops up from behind his shoulder.
White hair, long down her back. A slight curl over her slightly pointed ears. Simple earrings, adorned them glinting slight gold. Her robes, while the robes of a student were still well adorned in blacks and gold embroidery. All hand done by the looks of it. Her face had the right amount of make up, the light of her Halo highlighting her features just right to make them shine.
Looking at Mistress Lucinda she tried to sense what was the Mistress's true intentions in this task and how she should handle an introduction with her.
Her eyes widen at the rudeness of her sister and she would jump forward pulling her back. It flustered her to no end. 'How could you sister? Are you intentionally doing this to make yourself look bad.' These thoughts filtered through her mind and she forgot her manners and teaching to introduce herself properly
"I do apologize Mistress Lucinda. Asbques has yet to realize the importance of our chores. I beg you please forgive her rudeness."
Suddenly remembering her manners she curtsied.
"I do apologize myself Mistress Lucinda. I have been very remiss in my own manners. I am Stella Lucem Caelum and this is my sister Asbques Umbra Caelum." As she curtsied the black cat at her feet looked up is tail flicking back and forth. A pretty white bow adorned its neck and tail with bells on each as they jingled lightly in tune with each other.
"Meow."
Day 1, Saturday, morning
Some of the students are silent, and some introduce themselves. The woman appears to take no notice of Aureth until he meekly introduces himself, and then she glances at him almost as if she is looking past him.
When Asbques is finished, the woman smiles, and says, “Yes, that is very astute, young lady. They are boring papers, and I do become agitated when I miss my tea time. I am delighted to hear you are excited to be a part of this, perhaps…”[/b] She doesn’t finish the thought, not because she is interrupted, but more her face betrays a sort of whimsical drifting off as if she is imagining something devilish.
Rovasi introduces himself, and the woman pauses, for a moment, while she fishes the keys out of her satchel, and gives him her full attention.
”What an adorable little monkey,” she says with a smile, then unlocks the door.
She opens the door with one hand, and stands back in the street, indicating that the rest of you should go ahead, before her. She is about ready to follow when Stella stops and introduces herself.
Lucinda listens patiently to Stella’s explanation, and then she pats the tall girl on the arm and says, ”You have no need to apologize Miss Caelum. We all have our observations, and there is no crime in expressing them. How well we get along with strangers is our choice, isn’t really, after all.”
When everyone has entered the room beyond the door, she follows closing and locking the door behind her.
It is a long narrow room, with four small desks, each with a padded chair. One of the desks has a book left out on it, but otherwise the room is empty. Directly across from you, as you come in, there is a low arched opening, and a dark passageway beyond. Mistress Lucinda approaches the passageway and reaches around the corner of the left side. She must know that what she is looking for is where she is reaching for she doesn’t bother to look first, but keeps her face toward the rest of you while she begins to explain.
”There is a stair here. It goes down to the catacombs below this building. It is steep, and the steps are small, so please use the hand rail. It is long, turns round and round a few times, sometimes makes people a bit nervous, but don’t worry it is safe. The catacombs below this part of the building are part of a structure that stood here centuries ago. It was some kind of church I believe. “
In her hand she is now holding a small lantern. She adjusts the wick, and then pulls a small cord on the side of the lantern that spins a wheel next to the wick and throws a few sparks onto it. In a flash the lantern is lit and giving off a warm yellow light.
”Now if you will all follow me, not too closely, please be careful, we’ll get down into the basement and I’ll show you what we are up against. Oh, and if you haven’t met one another this would be a good time to introduce yourselves, it is a long slow walk down these stairs after all.”
Aureth will pause to check out the book on the desk, then cast light and move to the back of the group.
Stella's brow furrowed slightly at the sensation of being here. 'Have I been here? No, not possible. I haven't been in trouble before. Not like this anyways. Most of the time they don't pick on my sister so harshly I have to step in.' Stella mused to herself as she looked up as she explained about where they were.
'It is good she knows how to apprieciate my sister. I love my sister to death, but she goes out of her way to put things in a way that pushed a lot of people's buttons. I love it though, sometimes blunt honesty is refreshing.
Looking at the others after hearing Mistress Lucinda talking about introducing each other. With a warm friendly smile she says. "I am Stella. It is a pleasure to meet you all." Her Halo shining more now that they were in dimmer lighting, lighting up the area around her.
Rolling her eyes at her sister she purses her lips a little. Thinking about the woman's response she folds her arms and follows. Can't tell if shes daft or making fun of me... Sticking close to Stella despite not needing the light she mumbles a greeting to the other students, "Am Asbques if you find some reason you HAVE to address me." It's barely audible and comes out rather grudgingly. She see's her sisters furrowed brow and raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Distractedly listening to the conversation, Aureth quietly says "I'm Aureth."
"Hey all, I'm Rovasi. Maybe I should walk in the back so you big'uns don't step on me on accident. Though that would probably get us down the stairs faster. " The gnome giggles in a way that suggests he thinks it would be fun to tumble down the stairs.
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"Rovisi, I do not believe we would step on you at all unless you try to get underfoot. I myself would prefer not to tumble. Not so good at that myself." Smiles and since no one seems to want to lead she would follow Mistress Lucinda down first.
Reaching out she squeezed her sister's hand in the silent message of 'We will talk later'
She contemplates stepping on the shortling intentionally for a moment, a hint of a cruel smile creeping onto her face. Hearing her sisters preference NOT to tumble down the stairs she sighs and forgets the notion, I wouldn't do that to Stella..
Day 1, Saturday (morning) in the archives
before you head down the stairs
The stairs are safe. There is even a sturdy hand rail. The wood below your feet feels incredibly old (you can feel the knots and gouges in the wood even through your shoes, but it does not creek or groan under foot. The light from the small lamp, a spell, and a halo above the tall Aasimar’s head illuminate the way.
You turn to the right, and again, and again, becoming more turns than you can remember. It feels as though you have descended dozens of feet below the city. When you finally reach the bottom you are not ready for the closeness that moves in all around you.
You find yourselves in a very small chamber, barely ten feet square. The ceiling is low and the walls are made from huge fitted stones reinforced with columns tight against them made of solid wood timbers blackened from ages of oil lams burning no doubt. When you enter you have no real idea of what direction is north or south, but the stairs enter the room in the middle of a wall and the other three walls all have narrow passageways leading straight away from this room.
You try to spread out, but this small room doesn’t have as much room as you would like it to have. One cornet of the room is dominated by a square, thick topped table with a single chair. The only thing on the table is a large metal plate which holds two short fat candles.
Mistress Lucinda goes straight to the table, places her satchel on it, then using the lamp she lifts, one at a time, each candle and lights it.
As you shuffle around you come near the passageways that exit this small room. Some of you are filled with curiosity, others indifference, but still all of you feel a sense of awe as the passageways are different from what you would have expected. The passageways are only five feet wide but they are high. The ceilings are at least fifteen feet above the floor. The walls to either side of each passageway are cut with alcoves that are a little more than one foot high (the first alcove is a few feet above the floor) and five to six feet wide, and about a foot deep. The alcoves are stacked one above another all the way to the ceiling with only a gap of about two feet between each one. The way the alcoves are arranged it seems that this was once a place where bodies where entered, but there are no bodies here now. The alcoves are crammed, every single one of them with a variety of books, stacks of scrolls and loose papers, small wooden boxes, smaller metal boxes, and an assortment of objects such as animal horns, talons, antlers and bones each tagged with a paper tag attached by a string.
Well, here we are,” Lucinda says as she takes a small journal like book out of her satchel. She moves to the center of the room and hands the lamp to Aureth, then she opens the journal and flips a few pages before she clears her throat and says, ”According to my notes the papers we are looking for are going to be down the passageway directly across from the stairs, and then down to the first intersection, then left into a chamber with the sarcophagus of Danuel Nolierre, the poetess, and somewhere on the wall opposite the foot of the sarcophagus. Now, I have something to retrieve, from the passageway to the right of the stairs, and then I will be copying a few notes here at the desk. I would like the rest of you to follow this young woman,” she indicate Asbeques, ” as she will lead you to the place I just described and then you will search for the records we need. They will be bundled papers, loose not bound, and tied with heavy string. There should be nine bundles in total. The script on these papers will be small, but the handwriting is crisp and easy to read. The papers are written in common and you will recognize them by the notation used which is a heading on the left side of the page, describing a specific place and time of day, followed by an indexed listing of plant types and at the bottom of each page a collection of notes. Some pages have sketches of leaves and flowers. If you find something but you are not sure if it is what we are looking for, bring it to me and I will be able to tell you if you’ve found the right papers. Good luck.”
With a wicked grin she thinks, Maybe I was wrong about this one, showing me the proper respect and putting me in charge! "I will see to it Mistress Lucinda. This way people!" She heads for the indicated passageway contemplating the odd description, Loose not bound, but tied with heavy string? She paces forward, the darkness not hampering her vision at all, but the light behind her making it easier to puzzle out detail. She pauses at the first intersection for moment before continuing on a little slower, looking for some indicator which chamber on the left held the professed poetess' resting place.
Stella looks at her sister seeing the grin and would shake her head lightly. Looking to where the stairs are she would look down the passageway they were supposed to go down. First intersection, left into the chamber with the Sarcophagus of the Poetess Danuel Nolierre. At her feet lies the papers we have come for. Nine bundles tied with string but unbound. Catalogs.
Following her sister providing light with her Halo as she looked along the passage way. This place was amazing and part of her wanted to explore it. The history that could be hidden in these old chambers. The stories that could be found in here. Her cat walked along with her, the bells ringing lightly.
*Thump thump thump*
A distant banging on the door to the archive makes its way down the corridors.
Anion knocks on the door repeatedly. After a few minutes, he tries the doorknob. When he finds it loose, he turns it and pushes the door in. Looking around the room, he finds nothing. "Hello?" he calls. "Anyone here? I didn't mean to be late, I overslept."
Hearing nothing, he calls out louder. "HELLO?! I'M HERE! ANYONE IN HERE? I'M REPORTING IN! YOU SHOULD LET ME KNOW YOU'RE HERE! NO ONE? OKAY, I'LL JUST MAKE SURE NO ONE'S HERE AND THEN I'LL LEAVE!"
Anion starts to look around the room, half-heartedly.
Aureth follows behind, his mind focused on the book that, he had yet to notice, was still in his hands.
"Lead on, madam," Rovasi says in his best approximation of a deep knightly voice and falls in line behind the others doing an exaggerated march for about 30 seconds.
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The silence was killing her. "Does anyone know anything about this poetess? I am not sure if I have read any of her work. I never thought standing up to bullies would have me working in such a fascinating place. Could you imagine the stories that could be hidden here?" Her voice was light musical, and full of cheer. When she spoke of stories her halo got just a slight bit brighter.
Looking at Stella, Aureth added "I know what you mean. I just corrected that guy; So're Aeleth Alanne means 'I like forks in my ear'; So're Aeleth Alannai means 'pass me a fork.' You try to help someone out..."
Just my luck, now I'm going to have two Saturdays taken up just because I couldn't sleep until that piece was finished. What a bummer. thinks Anion as he looks around the main room. As he nears the back of the main space, he feels a stirring around his feet. And then a red-brown streak darts our from within his robes.
"Lyro, get back here! What did I tell you about running around in strange places?"
The fox dashes down the dark corridor. Anion follows him as quickly as possible, but dares not to run in the lack of light. He almost slips on the first step, but catches himself before losing his balance a few steps down.
"Lyro! What are you doing? You're going to be the death of me, and then who will feed you and brush you? Damn your curiosity!" Anion begins to make his way down the stairs slowly, fuming at his little companion for causing trouble like this again.
[b]"You know we wouldn't have been found out in the labs if you hadn't gone looking into the glass cabinet and dropped all of those flasks on the ground. I was being the quiet one that night!"[/] Anion rasps out between his teeth at a fairly elevated level. He continues down for a time until he sees a faint glow from when seems to be the bottom of the staircase. He pokes his head out to see what is beyond, feeling a bit awkward at the prospect of perhaps catching up with the detention detail.
Day 1, Saturday (morning) in the archives
When a sly inquisitive little fox comes into the room, Lucinda looks up from her work, and says, ”How the devils did you get in here? I’m certain I locked that door.” When the young elven man comes in hot on the heels of the fox, she frowns, and furrows her brow. She stands rummages through the papers on the desk, slipping a few notes back into her satchel, and then says to the young man.
”You are late, but not too late. Here come this way,” she leads Anion to the right passageway, and then points into the darkness beyond, ”do you see that faint light coming from the left down there? Well, that would be the other students you are supposed to be with now. I suggest you get down there in a hurry, and one of them will explain what it is you are supposed to be doing. Meanwhile I will go back up the stairs and make sure that door is locked this time.”
Anion is barely able to speak, and before he can formulate a question the red haired woman is heading up the stairs. He has no choice but to follow the dim light he can see in the distance and hope he doesn’t get lost.
Meanwhile as the others follow Asbques they pass hundreds of strange and curious items on the alcoves to either side of them. When she reaches the chamber, the young Teifling girl stops cold in her tracks, completely unprepared for what lies in front of her.
It is a large chamber, nearly forty feet square. There are no exits, and the ceiling is only slightly less high here than it is in the halls. The walls are lined with burial alcoves and these are crammed with junk, books, boxes, papers, and objects that would take weeks to catalogue. But it is not this that brings Asbques to a halt, no. The floor here is literally stacked three to four feet high in every direction with hard leather bound portfolios, wooden boxes with no tops, loose papers bound with strings stacked several bundles high, and every other kind of barrel, basket, and box she can imagine.
At first it seems as if she might have come the wrong way, for it looks to the casual observer as though there is not a single path across this room at all and there is no sign of any sarcophagus. But the press of the others behind her who are eager to get a look at the place, forces her to take a step in and to the right, where from this position she can just make out a labyrinthine trail, barley wide enough for a Halfling to move through. The trail leads straight to the sarcophagus, and Asbques can see the head and shoulders of a woman carved on stone, the top of the sarcophagus for sure. It stands only two feet above the floor.
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"Oh Stella I just remembered the poetess. She is just wonderful, I've read some ofher works and they were very powerful. Quite unconventional as well"
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Looking to Aureth. "What language is that and do you get picked on by bullies when you are trying to help them?" Stella asked but was distracted slightly trying to identify the language. Smiling at him he gets the feeling that she thinks he is a good person having wanted to help someone.
Hearing Rovasi pipe up she grins. "OH! That's amazing. I will have to look up some of her work. Maybe there is something in here..." Her words trail off as she sees the room.
"Well Asbques, looks like a tight fit. Have any idea how to do this without making a mess of things? If its at the foot of the sarcophogus then maybe we should send the smallest through first to see if there is enough room for all of us. If not we will have to take trips to look at it out here."
"Sure, I'll go look. If this stuff falls on me, you better dig me out. " Rovasi runs off without waiting for a response or plan to be formed. When he reaches the sarcophagus he takes a look around to see if there is enough room for the group.
"Well there's space for 10 of me but I'm not sure about you big'uns. Hold on, let me get a good look. "
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She puffs her self up trying to look important. She points at the wall opposite the foor of the poetess' resting place, "She said it would be there, so naturally that is were we will start. She never said we didn't have to make a mess." She moves to allow Rovasi to go first but follows shortly. She grins and begins to force her way through, heedless of any books that tumble in her path. She does keep her eye on the tomes and papers surrounding her for her quarry or any of interest.
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Stella looked around noting the various things trying to figure out what type of organization system was loosely used hoping to give insight on where to look in the stacks.
Asbques could tell by the flickering light from Stella's halo she was about to explode.
"Stop that this instant! You are going to make it more difficult to find anything in there and destroy what organization there was. You want us down here for hours." Her voice had a hard edge as her small wings flared.
Stella watched in horror as things fell.
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She pauses considering her sisters words and pouts, "Fine." her tone is shrill and she moves more carefully, sulking.
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In response to Stella's question, Aureth will reply "That's a derivative of elven spoken by the Avariel, or winged elves. It would be mean something different in the snow elf dialect."
Looking around the room, Aureth's eyes light up and he says "I've read some of her poems before, but they're not that good. She talks a lot about boring things like love. She doesn't even mention dragons once! Plus, all her poems were in Common. Now, I could recommend some great poems done by Razorbeard, the treant revolutionary poet. They're in Sylvan, but well worth the read."
Day 1, Saturday (morning) in the archives
The group of young students stands about near the entrance of this chamber trying to take it all in when suddenly another young man comes up from behind. This fellow is an elf, and he seems to be looking for the rest of you.
Rovasi climbs and sees the space everyone can stand. "Hey guys, we should all fit over here" he shouts.
He hops down and lead them all to the space if needed.
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Stella would sigh. "Alright Rovasi, thank you. Asbques I will clean up this mess and you can finish moving foward. Everyone you want to filter in?"
Looking up she sees the newcommer. "Hello, you here for the task at hand? My name is Stella, what is yours?"
She nods, stopping to inspect the labels to see if they would narrow down their search.
From the frame of the doorway, Anion just stares horrified of the mess. Afraid of the possible explanation of the detention punishment, he cringes inwardly.
At the sound of her voice, Anion snaps out of it and raises his attention to the girl with a glowing head. "Uh...Anion. I'm Anion. Please tell me we don't have to clean this place up and organize it. I'm going to want to leave before next term."
Aureth distractedly waves at Anion and says "nah, we're looking for some manuscripts 'bout plants. They're loosely bound with heavy string. The handwriting is supposed to be small and concise. She said there would be nine of them in total. Oh, I'm Aureth by the way." He will then proceed to introduce the rest in kind, by pointing and naming them.
"As Aureth said we are looking for manuscripts. I will clean up this mess if you want to move foward towards Rovasi. He can direct you through the maze and show you were we believe they are at. Just follow Asbques." Smiles and would motion for them to proceed as she starts picking up the stacks her sister had knocked over and putting them in some semblance of order.
Looking at the rest she curls her lip a little, "Back to work, a little shaking won't stop us from getting out of this hole as fast as possible!" She throws herself into it, wanting to get done.
After the room shakes, Rovasi looks around and says "Whoa, that was kinda fun, hope all this stuff doesn't start falling over."
After cleaning up the mess she would start looking for the various notes under the guidelines she had heard and would use her Halo to shed constant light for everyone.
When the ground shakes she frowns. That couldn't be a good thing.
"Everyone has anyone found anything? I can take it up to Mistress Lucinda as I go ask her what is going on."
"Hey, is this what we're looking for?" Anion asks, lifting a stack and looking more closely at it. "No, this isn't right. Boy, I'll tell you, these could use much better illustrations." He drops the bunch in his hand onto a nearby stack.
When the rumble happens he drops down to a steady stance. Looking around, he searches for a possible source of the shaking that obviously won't be there. "What was that? We don't get earthquakes in this city!"
Glancing, one stack seems to stand out and catch his eye. He picks it up and gives it a going over. "Hey! I think I might've found something after all!"
Aureth begins picking through various stacks of stuff, occasionally getting distracted by some piece of prose that catches his eye. He doesn't even notice the shaking. Here's a treatise on pants/wonder if that's what she meant/probably not/man, I should have eaten breakfast/stupid punishment work/What was it we're looking for? oh, right, plants/who cares?/man, I gotta get out of here so I can finish that translation...
His reverie broken by Anion, Aureth says "Great! now I can finish that translation!"
Day 1, Saturday (morning) in the archives
The group can barely move about, being forced to stand in one place and examine, one at a time, the various stacks of junk around you. It is slow and tedious work, and one after another you discard things that do not match what you are looking for. Fortunately each of you is paying close enough attention to avoid picking up something you’ve already examined, which would only add to your frustration.
Anion exclaims suddenly that he has found something important, but immediately realizes the work is about birds, and not plants at all, although the hand written document had all the signs of being what he was looking for. He sets it down, and then he gets a funny feeling, and lifts the stack again, to look below and realizes he was about to place the examined stack on top of another stack he had not looked through yet.
The new stack he has revealed is about a foot tall, and is four separated bundles, the top bundle is tied with thick string, but the three below are held together with leather straps and buckles, and appear much older. The first page of the string tied bundle is a sketch of a water lily, and a technical description of the various parts of the plant. There is green card on top of this page, and it has the number “500” written on it. The hand writing of the page is small, and at the bottom of the page are initials and a date. The initials are “PC”.
Stella tried looking around and sighed shaking her head. Her sister was better at noticing thing. She was better at figuring out where things would most likely be kept. Looking over at Anion she would look at it. "That does seem like something. Has a green card with 500. That may be able to help. Everyone look at the ones that have a card with 500 on it. These initials. PC.... Mr. Canterwill. Great job Anion I believe this just may be it. Let me see..." She looked around taking the new clues and looking at where he found it scanning the stacks. "Surely right around here."
"I think I found something! See? this has pc on it!"
Walking over imperiously she glares at Aureth for a moment and then studies it. "Adequately done..." She says grudgingly.