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"But sir.. sir.. this is hardly procedure." The librarian said as the tall winged elf half drug/half shoved the librarian him through the library archive.
"I'm not in the mood for procedure, you are the archivist in charge of Night Hags and their practices are you not?" The scarred elf asked as he half turned to face him, two hip quivers rattled and he tapped the shelves with his long bow. He was dusty, dirty and looked like he had literally just gotten in from a trip, one or two of the feathers on his wings are singed as is an eyebrow. There are several fading scars that speak of healing spells and there is an air of impatience about him.
"Why yes, of course.. I'm auxiliary sage Mystrom...."
"Auxiliary? I asked for the premier sage on the subject, Drendle that drunkard said I would have him if I only stopped yelling till his hangover faded.." the tall elf, deceptively named 'Runt' in the common tongue', started swearing in a variety of languages.
"I am .." the man said primly. "..well now, the current expert and premier librarian on staff on the subject. Mistress Weatherby is.. er.. on.. well that is to say.. no longer with us.."
"How?" The rant, mostly a discourse in Tien about certain preferences of a certain venture captain and a three legged donkey, stopped as he took in the librarian's saddened look. "The conclave?" He asked firmly, his anger diverted for a moment.
"Aye..uh.. Pathfinder Runt." The librarian said running a finger only a track in the stone wall, which Runt noticed ran from a hole in one side of the room, in a track easily a half inch wide, to a bigger hole in the other. "We were ..hostages. Pathfinder Ebonblade shot one of our captors two rooms down. Between her and her companions.. most of us survived but Mistress Weatherby.. protested to our captors about three minutes before our liberators arrived."
"With what? A siege weapon?" Runt asked before shaking his head and looked at the man more closely. "I'm sorry Mystrom.. this .. person I'm seeking is tied to this. I have encountered, at least tangentially, this one hag twice..and she knows of me now. We first encountered one another via a spellbound chalkboard in the Diamond City.. one of my companions foolishly listed our names to her...the second was just two hours ago in some occult realm. As my mentor's teacher, Mrs. Cosmopilite says.. 'Tis best to check up on who is looking in your trash'."
The librarian blinks a bit trying to make sense of things. The elf shrugged.
" Sounds better in Tien or Hobgoblin... trust me. The point is... she knows more about me..than I know of her. One time.. coincidence, two times.. not so much, so I'm preparing for the third." The librarian nodded, that at least made sense. "So, I have name.. and I have someone who knows these stacks.. I'm usually move through the Alchemists wing mostly you see. .and I want to know about this Hag. Aslynn. All I know is she was an associate of the late venture captain Thurl."
"Ah, that is a good thing to know about Hags Pathfinder.. a Name is a very good thing to have..even if it's a speaking name." The sage said as he started working with the Pathfinder to find information about his foe.