Edelar feels how a chill settles itself on his shoulders: Lorrimor would never chase a rumor on foolish notions. Surely there was more behind his death. Someone had been willing to kill him for whatever he was close to figuring out! The writer couldn't help it, he absolutely adored Lorrimor and the notion that Lorrimor had an unlucky accident at such a place was absurd.
"If you would excuse me I would like to freshen up before Council Hearthmount arrives, please acquintance yourself with another I won't be long." Kendra says before exiting the study.
As the footsteps of Kendra disappeared into one of the hallways of her home, Alek moves from the spot he was standing in and closes the distance between himself and the other people included in the will of the late professor "An interesting place Harrowstone..." Begins the cynical man.
"So the question is, why would the professor decide to visit such a place now? Why not before? Also the daughter doesn't seem to like the place, I can understand why, but I wonder if her hatred of it is simply because her father died while investigating it" Tipping his hat upwards as he walked to one of the windows, Alek looked to the outside world as he considered the questions he laid out before the gathered group.
"Places like a prison where many have died can often have a number of malevolent spirits bound to the location. Some of the more vicious ones can manifest enough to do violent things like topple a statue, in fact even not so vicious ones can sometimes act out." Rhia says quietly, taking another sip.
"Miss Lorrimor seems to be holding it together rather well, although sorrow can run deep. The rituals surrounding the death of a loved one are comforting, allowing the mind to focus on the process while the heart grieves. I'm sorry that those local ruffians caused a scene during the funeral procession. I wonder what their problem was?"
The doctor joins Alek at the window. "Petros always spoke highly of his daughter. I don't sense anything other than sorrow from her."
Turning away from the window, he continues, "On that, I agree with you, Ms. Van der Geist. The ruins of a prison would be a place infused with the spirits of unquiet dead. Such a place would certainly draw an unpleasant reputation. I've heard vaguely of this Harrowstone. Do any of you know anything about it?"
He then takes another sip of his brandy.
Standing from her chair A'isha addresses the group.
"I haven't properly introduced myself, although the time was not right till now. I am A'isha Al-Rajhi of the nation of Qadira. I serve Sarenrae in all things, especially against undeath."
She looks down for a few seconds and then continues speaking.
"It appears that the professor may have disturbed something that didn't like his being there. More than enough reason to investigate in my estimation."
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A cold splash of of emotion froze Alek where he stood, his eyes widened and he felt the weight he had long since thought was a bit easier to bear come crashing down on him like an avalanche, ghosts of the past came back, howling old regrets and fears he had believed he had sorted out and the vision of a little girl smiling at him and then the image of the same girl sobbing spun in his head till he almost felt like he no longer had the balance to even stand. A long, deep breath entered the brown haired man's lungs, but he made no other movements, and he was glad that he was staring away from everyone here.
She doesn't have to know, she seems to be better now, remembering me will only dig up old, painful memories He reasoned, as his hands broke free of the phantom shackles that held it and rubbed his neck.
Edekar smiles at A'isha. It felt comforting to have a shining light in his life now that their fates seem to be interlocked, especially one who burns so bright that it can hold the living dead at bay. The man raised a hand to acknowledge A'isha to then stand up and introduce himself,"I'm Edekar Avad, writer and scholar of the macabre. Andoran through and through and certainly not accustomed to the Ustalavian weather. I have to agree with A'isha here; whatever befell the professor could not have been an accident, let alone an incident. That we are all here points at something bigger and that, my friends, makes me rather uneasy."
Arrila surveys the group and decides that it is time for her to introduce herself. "I am Arrila Taurandir, explorer and knowledge seeker, with a specialty in the undead. Harrowstone sounds like quite an interesting place. I am not surprised by the Professor wishing to investigate it more and perhaps he found something which led to his unfortunate death. I agree with A'isha, we should investigate."
Placing his hand on the window, Alek took a deep breath and did his best to hold back the flood of stress that mounting on his dam of patience. A part of him tried to seduce him into taking the easy way out by running now, to forget the reading of the will, to return to his life and leave A'isha none the wiser about this unplanned reunion, his more logical side on the other hand explained that it was best to avoid suspicion; that all he had to do was keep silent, steel himself with patience until his business here was at an end, and excuse himself without drawing any attention.
It was no surprise that the latter thought became more appealing as Alek began to regain his lost composure. He removed his hand from the window, crossed both hands behind his back and let the phantom of silence possess him.
The silence is eventually broken by a knocking on the door.
"I've got it don't worry." Kendra calls out as you hear move to the front door. "Ah, Councilor Hearthmount your right on time."
"Thank you Kendra, I'm sorry for your loss." You barely hear come from the door. Kendra walks in shortly followed by a man in his fifties he is broad shouldered, straight backed, and walks slightly bow legged. As he walks into the study he gives an air of dislike towards all of you though your not sure if its because you are strangers to Ravengro or some other sinister reason. He stands in front of you all and produces a sealed scroll case. "If you all would inspect this case and verify that the seal has not been broken we can proceed." He shows the case to each of you and see that the wax PL is still intact, after showing he sits at the desk and opens the case spilling out an iron key and a scroll, Hearthmount grabs the scroll and begins to read aloud.
"I, Pteros Lorrimor, being of sound mind, do hereby commit to this parchment my last will and testament. Let it be known that, with the exception of the specific details below, I leave my home and personal belongings entire to my daughter Kendra. Use them or sell them as you see fit, my child.
"Yet beyond the bequeathing of my personal effects, this document must serve other needs. I have arranged for the reading of this document to be delayed until all principals can be in attendance, for I have more than mere inheritance to apportion. I have two final favors to ask.
"To my old friends, I hate to impose upon you all, but there are few others who are capable of appreciate the true significance of what it is I have to ask. As some of you know, I have devoted many of my studies to all manner of evil, that I might know the enemy and inform those better positioned to stand against it. For knowledge of one's enemy is the surest path to victory over its plans.
"And so, over the course of my lifetime, I have seen fit to acquire a significant collection of valuable but dangerous tomes, any one of which in the wrong circumstances could have led to an awkward legal situation. While the majority of these tomes remain safe under lack and key at the Lepidstadt University, I fear that a few I have borrowed remain in a trunk in my Ravengro home. While invaluable for my work in life, in death, I would prefer not to burden my daughter with the darker side of my profession, or worse still, the danger of possessing these tomes herself. As such, I am entrusting my chest of tomes to you, posthumously. I ask that you please deliver the collection to my colleagues at the University of Lepidstadt, who will put them to good use for the betterment of the cause.
"Yet before you leave for Lepidstadt, there is the mater of another favor---please delay your journey one month and spend that period of time here in Ravengro to ensure that my daughter is safe and sound. She has no one to count on now that I am gone, and if you would aid her in setting things in order for whatever she desires over the course of this month, you would have my eternal gratitude. From my savings, I have also willed to each for you a sum of one hundred platinum coins. For safekeeping, I have left these funds with Embreth Daramaid, one of my most trusted friends in Lepidstadt---she has been instructed to issue this payment upon the safe delivery of the borrowed tomes no sooner than one month after the date of the reading of this will.
"I, Petros Lorrimor, hereby sign this will in Ravengro on this first day of Calistril, in the year 4713."
The Councilman looks to Kendra as he rolls the scroll up. "Thank you Vashian, you can go." The councilman stands and leaves silently.
Rhia listens to the reading of the will with a heavy heart, turning to face Kendra when the councilman finishes.
"Kendra, I would be happy to remain here to make sure that you are safe, and he's right, the knowledge contained in books like those is something you shouldn't have to worry about."
Turning to face the others she decides that it would be best to introduce herself fully.
“Some of you may have heard the name Van der Geist before, given the circles you’ve traveled in. My family has been protecting the people of Ustalav from the undead and all types of supernatural predators for 500 years. From the moment we’re able we are taught and trained to use our skills and talents in the defense of the living, some as holy warriors and hunters, some as priests or exorcists, each in their own way. As a part of our pact with Pharasma past members of my family are allowed to remain, in order to aid those of us who continue to fight, and that is where my….gift….and my connection to the Professor comes in.”
She looks at each of the group as she takes a deep breath, the back of her cloak moving slightly as it would if someone were patting her back supportively.
“I am somewhat of a ….touchstone for the spirits of my family, and for the spirit world in general. The veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead is thinner wherever I am, and as a result I’m especially sensitive to their presence. I can sometimes see ghosts, affect malevolent haunting spirits, and call upon the aid of my ancestors in battle, drawing assistance, weapons and even sometimes a physical manifestation of a member of my family to fight against the undead. This is what prompted the Professor to study me, and he is the one that helped me to embrace this legacy.”
Rhia turns once again to Kendra. "I will gladly stay and help you an any way I can."
The doctor regards Ms. Van der Geist with an expression of surprise and approval. "Why, Ms. Van der Geist, that is extraordinary! I would be very interested in hearing more of that story at some point, if you would be so inclined!"
To the rest of the assembly, he continues, "It would appear that we all have some level of interest in the amulatory dead. I mentioned to you all earlier that I am a physician back in Lepidstadt, but I also have s second profession-- one that Petros knew about. I have taken it upon myself to study in depth the abomination of undeath, and to learn the dark magical underpinnings of that foul state in order to better un-pin them. I am not just a physician, but also a wizard, specially trained to fight the undead. Much as a siege engineer must study castle wall design, or a butcher study animal anatomy, I have studied the undead in order to more effectively destroy them. Thus, while the thaumaturgic science of necromancy is indeed my area of expertise, I most certainly do not consider myself a necromancer." He pauses, gauging the reaction of his comrades. He continues, "Honestly, I prefer to work on healing the living, hence my medical practice. I just wish those brigands hadn't stolen my doctor's bag and chirurgeon's tools on the road here!"
He sighs, then brightens again.
"Miss Lorrimor, I would be honored to stay on for the next few weeks, to help put your father's affairs in order, and to otherwise help you out as best we can." He pauses again. "You wouldn't happen to have that chest of books that your father mentioned in his will? I think we should take a look at them. It's possible that they may hold a clue as to what exactly happened to him."
"In addition to this chest, I would like to investigate this prison as soon as possible. There may be "things" there that need taking care of. Although having additional funds gives us options on being able to better face what ever comes our way."
A'isha thinks for a few seconds, then resumes speaking.
"I do believe that we have not seen the last of the man who blocked our passage at the funeral. I fear he will strike again and with people who are more in line with his way of thinking. It usually happens like that."
You just had to ask me a favor professor Alek turned towards the rest of the people in the room his face an expressionless mask A month...I am bound to slip and reveal my full name, the chances are low, but the possibility is there His glance moved towards A'isha for mere moments before it returned to staring at the group as a whole.
And if I avoid the matter every time I am asked then that'll lead to suspicion, and with a group of strangers staying here for a month, guarding a grieving daughter...that is the last thing we need more of He took his hat off his head and a breath froze in his chest for mere moments Well if she's going to hack me to pieces with her sword, we might as well get it over with now "Miss Lorrimor, I'll do what I can to keep you safe, I'll also look into the whole matter of these thugs that tried to interrupt the funeral" Alek paused, the hand that held his hat moved to his side "I am sorry for not introducing my self sooner, my name is Alek Oltorev" He said to Kendra, his eyes no longer daring to look in the general direction of the armor clad woman.
"Alek I don't think I'm the one you need to be apologizing too." Kendra says tilting her head to A'isha.
"As for Gibs I'm hoping he will stay to himself, he's never truly like my father bit this is the first time he's gone to these measures, if you would like we can bring it up to the sherrif. I welcome your company though this month will give me time to decide on if I should leave this home or stay. I would offer you all rooms but I can only fit four of you the others I can pay for your lodging, food as well, at one of the inns in town. I do believe I know what chest he mentioned I will be back shortly." She says exiting the study and going up the stairs, she returns with small oak and iron chest with a small lock on the front.
"This should be it, would one of you care to open it?" She says pointing to the iron key on the desk.
"Let me do the honor."
Dr. Von Herzog takes the key and unlocks the chest. He then opens the lid.
When you open the box you find it filled with several old tomes and one relatively new one. The newest one lays at the top with the words "Read Me Now!" etched into the leather.
Showing the contents of the box to everyone, Stefan picks up the book on the top. "This one is labeled, 'Read me now,' so let me oblige."
The doctor begins reading the book aloud.
As you flip through the pages you realize its Petros' journal, a few entries are circled and these are the ones you read aloud.
22 Pharast 4703
The Whispering Way is more than just a cabal of necromancers. I see that now. Undeath is their fountain of youth. Uncovering their motivation does not place me at ease as U thought it might. Their desire to be eternal simply makes them more dangerous.
16 Kuthona 4712
It is as I had feared. The Way is interested in something here in Ravengro. But what could it be?
19 Abadius 4713
Whatever the Way seeks, I am now concerned their goal is connected to Harrowstone. In retrospect, I suppose it all makes sense the stories they tell about the ruins in town are certainly chilling enough. It may be time to investigate the ruins, but with everyone in town already being so worked up about them, I'd rather not let the others know about my curiosity there's plenty of folks hereabouts who already think I'm a demonologist or a witch or something. Ignorant fools.
30 Abadius 4713
It is confirmed. The Way seems quite interested in something someone who was held in Harrowstone. But who, specifically, is the Way after? I need a list of everyone who died the night of the fire. Everyone. The Temple of Pharasma must have such a list.
1 Calistril 4713
I see now just how ill prepared I was when I last set out for the Harrowstone. I am lucky to have returned at all. The ghosts, if indeed they were ghosts (for I did not find it prudent to investigate further) prevented me from transcribing the strange symbols I found etched along the foundation hopefully on my next visit I will be more prepared. Thankfully, the necessary tools to defend against spirits are already here in Ravengro. I know that the church of Pharasma used to store them in a false crypt in the Restlands at the intersection between Eversleep and the Black Path. I am not certain if the current clergy even know of what their predecessors have hidden down below. If my luck holds, I should be able to slip in and out with a few borrowed items.
2 Calistril 4713
Tomorrow evening I return to the prison. It is imperative the Way does not finish. My caution has already cost me too much time. I am not sure what will happen if I am too late, but if my theory is right, the entire town could be at risk. I don't have time to update my will, so I'll leave this in the chest where it'll be sure to be found, should the worst come to pass.
As Stefan flips through the journal, Rhia scans the entries over his shoulder, her mind searching through her knowledge of the area and the influence of undead.
@Rhia You remember very little of Ravengro itself, and what you do Edekar and Alek have already told the group.
Agents of the Whispering Way often seek alliances with undead creatures, or are themselves undead. The Whispering Ways's most notorious member was Tar-Baphon, the Whispering Tyrant, although the society itself has existed much longer than even that mighty necromancer.
"Well, that's certainly disturbing. Now, I can see why we were named as heirs: Petros wants us to continue his investigation. It seems clear that this 'Whispering Way' may have had something to do with his death."
"If they realized he was close to knowing what they were up to, I'm sure they were responsible for his death. Since their members include a number of undead, it is not unlikely that a malevolent ghost or phantasm is responsible." Rhia says frowning.
Around her angry whispers seem to rise.
"We cannot make any conclusions until we investigate Harrowstone and discover what it is that the Professor found. Maybe these strange symbols he mentions will tell us something?"
"Arrila, I completely agree that we should investigate this Harrowstone ourselves. Yet, we must be very cautious. The Whispering Way are formidable opponents. It is a secret organization of necromancers and undead creatures that revere unlife. They have been active for thousands of years-- Tar-Baphon, the Whispering Tyrant himself was a member!"
He then turns to the gathering's hostess. "Miss Lorrimor, as much as I hate to say it, I strongly suspect that your father was murdered by agents of the Whispering Way."
The doctor pauses, as if debating whether or not to continue.
"You might be wondering how I came to learn about this sinister organization. It was a few years after I'd begun focusing my magical studies on the necromantic arts when an older gentleman entered my laboratory at the University. At the time, I mistook him for a professor that I'd not yet met. He told me that he had noticed my study of 'black magic' and that he wanted to help me in my studies. He suggested that I should meet him for a drink that night at an inn on the other side of Lepidstadt that I'd never been to before. Intrigued, I went, for I was quite curious as to who this person was and what he was offering. The inn was small, rather dusty, and had seen better days, and there were few others therein. However, it was an odd hour for a drink, so I took no mind of that."
Seeing that he has everyone's attention, the doctor continues. "My mysterious benefactor ordered a bottle of excellent Chelish wine, which we split. In very hushed tones, we discussed the art of necromancy. He even gave me a magical scroll with a spell I hadn't yet learned. Yet over the course of the conversation, I could tell that his interest in the subject was more than academic. He was passionate about the subject, as was I, of course, yet his passion seemed almost... romantic? While I was drawn to the subject out of a sense of duty to root out and destroy the things that had killed Andr... um... someone very close to me, his passion for the craft was one of reverence and desire. I tried to play it cool once I realized where this conversation was heading, for I thought I might learn something that I could use as an advantage in the future. But I think he caught my drift at the same time, and then asked me point-blank what I really thought of the undead. 'They are an abomination against the gods and nature,' I replied, 'and I think they should all be destroyed.' With a grim smirk, he stood, tossing some coins on the table. He turned, as if to leave, but then I realized that he was looking to see if anyone was watching us. There was not. He leaned toward me, and said, 'Well, that's too bad my dear Stefan. When I learned of a new young necromancer at the University, I thought we might find a new ally to the cause. But it would appear that we are at odds.' He waved a hand and his features shimmered-- his eyes glowed red, his face elongated, his teeth all sharply-pointed canines, and his breath reeked of carrion. Frozen in shock and horror, I didn't move when an impossibly long and thin tongue snaked out of his mouth and caressed my cheek, leaving a brown stain. It smiled a wicked smile and said, 'I'll be seeing you!' turned, and quickly walked out the door into the night."
Stefan pauses, and seeing that his companions are rapt by his story, continues, "I was, of course, shocked. I hired a hackney to bring me straight back to the University, and I trudged up to the office of Professor Lorrimor. I thanked the gods that he was in late that night! He could see how shaken I was, and poured me a glass of brandy to steady my nerves. After I told him what had transpired, he stood, a worried look on his face. He unlocked a cabinet, and took out a smaller chest... not unlike that one," pointing to the chest Kendra had retrieved, "and unlocked it as well. He withdrew a small, but old book. He told me that I had most likely been visited by a recruiter for an ancient and dangerous society called the Whispering Way, and there was more information about them in the book. He implied that someone on staff at the University must have leaked the names of potential new members among the student body... or is a member him- or herself. He gave me the book, and told me to read it and return it to him as soon as possible, for he thought that the information might prove useful to me. I still remember his parting words that evening, 'Stefan, you have the attention of some very dangerous people. I would suggest keeping a low profile for a while. Perhaps you should concentrate your studies on the living for the time being?' I thanked him, and I stayed up the rest of the night reading the book. I decided not to copy any of the information down, and I returned the book to Petros shortly thereafter. But it took weeks to get the stink of that... creature off me."
Stefan sighs deeply, and takes his seat. "And now you know."
"I think that, before we head over to Harrowstone to take a look for ourselves, we should check to see if that trove of weapons against the undead is where Petros suspected it to be. I doubt that Father Grimburrow would mind if we put them to good use."
"That is a most nightmarish thing to happen to you Stefan, but I am glad you have such vigor for this, I am sure my father would be glad to see his work continued by all of you. If you care to research more on this you are free to use the books about the house and what we don't have here you will most likely find in either the town hall, the temple, or the unfurling scroll though since you are new in town don't expect them to take you with open arms." Kendra says before taking a sip of her brandy.
"Let's examine the other books in the chest."
The doctor removes the other books and examines them
Her eyes shift to Alek when he states his name.
She searches his face, looking for anything that resembles the boy she once knew.
Standing, she moves over to him. "Alek, is it you? After all these years, I thought I would never see you again." She gives him a light kiss on the cheek.
"When we get back from investigating we should sit down and have a drink. But for now let's keep to the current business." She turns her attention back to Stefan as he speaks.
"That's horrible." A'isha breathes almost in a whisper as Stefan relates his story.
You find four other books within the chest. The first is a jet black book with the words On Verified Madness etched into its front, if any of you care skim it contents you see that is a treatise on aberrations and other etities found on Golarion that possess remote ties to the Dark Tapestry.
The next two are recognized by both Rhia and A'isha for they are Serving Your Hunger and The Umbral Leaves the unholy books of Ugathoa and Zon-Kuthon respectively, you find a note in these three asking to be given to Professor Montangine Crowl.
The last is a book of deep purple clasped Brass Scarab with a single eye in its center, the book's covers are rimmed in polished steel and clasped with a small but seemingly intricate lock, the keyhole itself a small traingle. A note is tucked tightly under the steel and reveals that this book is to be delivered to Judge Embreth Daramid.
"Sure...of course" He answered awkwardly as he placed his hat on his head once more I was expecting a stab to the heart, not a peck on the cheek The man in the long coat felt his fingers flexing and un-flexing But she's right, we'd best focus on the task at hand...and if she doesn't hate me, who am I to tell her how to feel? Last I checked I ruined every relationship I ever had with anyone Reasoned Alek, trying his best to placate his unyielding guilt.
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"Murder is a possibility, especially considering this Whispering Way cult that's mentioned" Commented Alek as he held the frontal edge of his hat.
Then his eyes looked to the doctor So he's received an offer and refused it, I wonder if they've asked all who studied necromancy in Ustalav or if they had hoped that the doctor here is corruptible... Then he turned his attention to the book case as Stefan approached it once more Better keep my eyes on him
Stefan regards at the copies of Umbral Leaves and Serving Your Hunger with a look if distaste. "I've had the unfortunate experience of reading both of those works. They are both extremely disturbing and distressing. I haven't read On Verified Madness, although I may have seen it referenced once or twice. As fot that locked book, let me see if Petros has magically warded it."
The doctor makes some odd gestures and speaks strange words. His,eyes then glow with a faint blue luminescence. He briefly looks about the room, then at the assembled books.
You see no magical aura eminating from the books.
The Whispering Way is a sinister organization of necromancers that has been active in the Inner Sea Region for thousands of years.
A'isha recognizes and immediately feels an ugly feeling begin to rise within her the second they fall into her sight.
Her demeanor darkens somewhat, but not so much that it is repulsive in any way.
"Serving your Hunger and The Umbral Leaves. Those books are an abomination to humanity. I would say burn them and be done with it, but someone else will always make another one to spread their filth!" she says with venom.
"I'm sure that many seeking the path of the Whispering Way get their start with Serving your Hunger. We will definitely need to see that cache of weapons and visit Harrowstone." Rhia says quietly.
"Alas, Ms. Al-Rajhi, I feel that it's important to read such works, so that we can understand the mindset of our enemies. That can help us glean their weaknesses."
Indicating the untitled book with the locked clasp, "Miss Lorrimor, you would not have happened to notice a key amonst you father's effects that might unlock this book?"
The doctor picks up the copy of On Verified Madness, and skims through it.
"None of that shape and size that I've noticed I will keep an eye out though and come to you if I find it." Kendra replies.
The book details several creatures thought to have links with The Dark Tapestry and focuses on ten of these aberrations. Each chapter has a woodcut print of the beast discussed with the exception of the chapter regarding the Hound (or Hounds as it is sometimes referenced) of Tindalos is torn from its bindings. The following creatures are described in order.
Gibbering Mouther
Neh-Thalggu
Neothelid
Tentamort
Shoggoth
Decapus
Argorth
Hound of Tindalos
Shantak
Hunting Horror
As the discussion continues the copy of Feeding Your Hunger floats over to land in Rhia's lap. Smiling her thanks at something only she sees, the young oracle begins flipping through the vile tome.
Inside you find many of the unholy rituals and prayers used by Urgathoa's clergy, but it seems that this is one of many books they use for many parts seem missing or incomplete. You also notice a familiar handwriting scribbled in the margins, they are mostly comments about a circled passage.
Paying close attention to the writing in the margins, Rhia looks at the passage that appears to be the focus.
A'isha watches the remaining books get drawn out in silence, a solemn look on her face.
Stefan snaps shut the copy of On Verified Madness and exclaims, "I can't read more of this accursed text if I expect to sleep tonight... or ever!"
Setting it back in the chest, he picks up the locked, untitled text.
"I know that Petros wants us to return this text to his colleagues in Lepidstadt, but perhaps this volume contains more clues as to our dear friend's demise. I have read of magic that can unclasp locks, but I have never taken the time to learn that spell. I don't suppose any of you have been trained as a locksmith?"
"Let me see that book, I should be able to pick this lock."
Arrila takes the book inspecting the book before attempting to open it.
As you begin to work the lock you begin to finally understand the complicity of it, where you expect to find one tumbler you find two small one and as you turn one the other turns. Eventually you give up thinking it to be too hard.
"It looks like we will need to leave the locked book for another time, we do have a month." Rhia says as she glances over form the passage she is studying.
As you all study the books trying to understand what mysteries they hold Kendra stands up. "Since you all seem so interested in the books I'll start getting dinner ready, if you need me I'll be at the market for a little while."
Alek turns to Kendra as she finishes. "I will join you I would like to see the taverns before I choose one to stay at. A'isha I will see you tomorrow so we can discuss more."
"I'll come too." Edekar pipes following Alek and Kendra out the door.