Kireth carefully shut the door behind him and surveyed the small room. He didn’t have long and
mustn’t be disturbed. The room was small, sparsely furnished with a long bookcase against the wall
opposite the door, and a reading desk with two chairs against the one to the right. On the wall to the
left hung three paintings, a mixture of depictions of Pelor. In each corner stood a tall candelabra with
candles burning brightly and filling the room with clear yellow light.
Kireth took one of the chairs and propped it against the door, under the handle, before removing a small
pouch from within his robe and placing it on the reading table. From the other side of his robes he took
out his ritual book and placed it carefully down next to the pouch.
Crossing over to the bookcase he looked through the tomes until he found the two he
desired — the ones that had been found here on the old continent. He reverently laid
them down on the reading table.
After a quick glance at the door and a pause for breath he opened the first of the books and quickly
skipped through the delicate pages. He repeated this with the second of the books.
From within the pouch Kireth retrieved a small crystal and with a few whispered words the crystal began
to glow gently. He opened his ritual book and then began to touch the writing in one of the old tomes,
tracing the characters as they were on the page. As he did so, the words began to flicker into existence
on the pages of the ritual book, an exact copy.
Kireth spent a full ten minutes carefully tracing sections of the books and then with reluctance he
closed the tomes and replaced them on the shelves. The crystal, now dull and useless he pocketed in the
pouch and replaced that and his ritual book within the folds of his cloak.
Carefully removing the chair from the door he stepped back outside the sanctum and across the hall to
where Zero and Dania sat together on a bench.
‘Thank you, m’lady,’ Kireth said to the initiate, placing a measured hand on her
shoulder. ‘However, I am afraid that the writings in the books were meaningless to me. You were
right to think that I may have been of help to His Radiant Servant, but unfortunately, in this case, it
is not so.’
Dania looked a little disappointed and Zero offered her some murmurings of comfort. ‘You did the
right thing, Dania,’ he said. ‘Sometimes we don’t find the answers we’re looking
Zero looked up at Kireth, who seemed impatient to leave. ‘Probably best not to mention this to your
superiors,’ Zero added. ‘We didn’t find out anything new, so not much point,
‘I guess not,’ she sighed.
‘Well, if that’s all decided, we better be calling it a night,’ said Kireth quickly.
‘Yes, well, I’ll, er, escort Dania back to her rooms and meet you back at the inn,
Kireth,’ blushed Zero, and took Dania’s arm and led her away from the wizard.
Kireth smiled and headed back to the inn, the next steps already forming in his mind.