Discreet Inquiries

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[157] Nymaya: Discreet Inquiries
Sat May  6 13:45:22 2017
To: All Uruvion Kyrlynn Tashio Imm ( RP ) Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom
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"What do you seek, my lady?" The voice of the librarian was strange, inflected. 

His robe was a plain earthen brown and hid much of whoever he was but his aura left her with a rather distinct sense of age.

"Folklore." She stated and felt a rise of trepidation. She did not need to poke at this particular beast but, her curiosity was piqued. "Tales of the dread-wolf. As well, any lore you may have on Sha'katas."

The man made a curious sound and lifted his head a little, presumably to look at her better.

"Those are unusual titles in this part of the world. I will need some time." His remark was threaded with appreciation for the challenge she had unwittingly presented him and she tipped her head to his polite bow.

The library was archaic, possessed of impressively tall book cases, a second floor balcony with alcoves for privacy and high shadowy arches. Heavy iron chandeliers cast light over long tables but there was no natural flame whatsoever, even from the standing candelabra. She stood in place for nearly a half hour before the robed man returned, carrying only three books.

"You are the Lady Kayen?" He asked before offering the aged tomes.

"Is it obvious?" She replied, trying for levity. His smile was faint but she saw it through the shadows of his cowl, heard it in his voice.

"I can think of few others who might find interest in such topics. The quest for knowledge's of old has long dwindled." He stepped back then, with a bow befitting her station. "I will continue my search."

She watched him depart and then took her sparse books to a table nearby,  her thoughts inevitably drawn to words uttered by Nagash; Your world weakens daily through the thoughtless loss of knowledge.

Shaking her head, she tried to focus past it but could not resist the urge to flex her left hand slowly against the table. The first book was well aged, its pages dry but remarkably well kept. The dread-wolf was obscure but not unheard of, even out at the far reaches of Arkania. The book itself was written in ancient elven dialect, leading her to conclude that the creature was everything from trickster to demon to vengeful spirit. In some cases, a tale to scare errant children, in others, a warning against indulging the fires of hate and despair, lest one be consumed.

She was much less lucky in her search for Sha'katas, but she had anticipated that. Nothing she read gave her further insight than what she already knew. The link was there though, she was perfectly suited to understand the sort of despair that might have drawn an exiled elf of Shalonesti to seek retribution, by any means necessary.

She closed her books and left them on the table, not at all certain she had learned anything particularly helpful but possessed now of deeper curiosity on the subject of the wolf.

"If you should return later, Lady Kayen, I may have more on your subjects of interest." The librarian's words caused her to pause and she turned to nod her quiet appreciation before departing.