Kireth watched the halfling with intent until he was satisfied that eyes and ears were no longer on the
table. Muttering a few arcane words he leaned forward into the group and waited. Gradually the group
stopped talking amongst themselves as they acknowledged Kireth’s sign and leaned forward
themselves to hear what he had to say.
‘It seems that there is valuable knowledge to be had here,’ the wizard whispered, barely
audibly. ‘I’m not sure these people understand what they may have found.’
Kireth took a good look around before he continued.
‘Although I have not been fully successful in deciphering some of the texts we have acquired, I do
believe that they can be understood. However, I would need more writings to further any investigation.
The only writings I believe exist are the ones that the clergy now hold, which we have seen, or any that
remain in the tower where they were found.’ Fearful of intrusion, he took another look around
before continuing. ‘I suggest that some of us go there and take a look, to see if we can find
anything of use.’
‘You mean to that island in the lake they talk about?’ queried Zero, a furrowed look on his
brow. ‘Well, I’m not going on any water again, not after last time!’ The rogue sat
back in his chair with a huff and crossed his arms.
Kireth turned and looked at Celestia, who shook her head, counting herself out.
‘Well, maybe it was just a bad idea,’ Kireth began, pointedly ignoring Tradden and Khalin.
Tradden just couldn’t help himself. ‘I’ll go!’ he exclaimed boldly, standing up
suddenly, hand on the hilt of one sword, his tied back hair flicking over his shoulder in what he hoped
was an impressive fashion (it wasn’t). This somewhat predictable turn of events drew scowls from
all around the table. ‘I fear not water, nor mists. In any event, there’s nothing on that
island anyway, apart from a bit of a ruin — the guard have been there and found
‘Aye,’ sighed Khalin, not sure if this was a good move or not. ‘I’ll accompany
the boy. Someone’s got to try to keep him out of trouble.’
‘Are you sure?’ asked Kireth, his sudden caring demeanour somewhat out of character. ‘I
myself will unfortunately have to remain here to study the current manuscripts. I’m afraid this
time I will not be able to join you.’
There was a barely imperceptible wink from Kireth aimed at Zero.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ said Tradden, already impatient to leave. ‘Not a problem. Consider it
done already! Khalin and I will be back before dark, eh?’
‘Indeed,’ replied the dwarf, somewhat warily, realising that he was in for a day of Tradden
looking to rack up any kind of action that might he would be able to try and impress a certain elven
blacksmith with on his return. ‘We’ll see what we can find, Kireth. You just work on the
‘It will be dark soon,’ interrupted Zero. ‘No sense in going now. Have another round
and join me in a game of Three-Dragon Ante. See if you can win back your silver.’
The rogue produced a deck of cards seemingly from nowhere, and Tradden faltered.
‘Alright, we’ll wait until the morrow,’ the young fighter decided. ‘We’ll
head off at first light.’
With that, the group settled back down for the evening, with plans for the next day been drawn.