Click Clock...went the lock.
Eriamas winked at Yaef. Sliding the tools into a concealed side pocket in his black leather armour.
It was the confidence boost Eriamas had been looking for. He had been avoiding the gang after his fall and had only come out of hiding after hearing from Markus that they'd come by an item of great and disturbing power.
It was the confidence boost Eriamas had been looking for. He had been avoiding the gang after his fall and had only come out of hiding after hearing from Markus that they'd come by an item of great and disturbing power.
Eriamas detected a glimer of a smile behind Yaef's usually pained expression. He'd softened to Yaef recently. He believed he'd misjudged him and that he was skilled enough to more than contribute to their exploits.
They stepped into the bookshop, opened their bags and started piling books and scrolls into them.
"These books are empty" Yeaf remarked
"almost like.." He paused
"The knowledge has been taken from them"
A groan and crash came from the upstairs room.
They both stopped and looked up. Eriamas pointed to the stairs pulling one of his blades from his thigh strap...
They stepped into the bookshop, opened their bags and started piling books and scrolls into them.
"These books are empty" Yeaf remarked
"almost like.." He paused
"The knowledge has been taken from them"
A groan and crash came from the upstairs room.
They both stopped and looked up. Eriamas pointed to the stairs pulling one of his blades from his thigh strap...
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