In the middle of the night, Alrik, the one and only Xothor of Barak Runedar, sat on a stone bench in Barak's library. He had been pouring over the odd runes recovered from the hidden room in the Spires. His hard work was beginning to bear fruit, after all these months.

Silent footsteps, barely audible. He turned his head to look at the doorway...


During the first hours of sunlight, alarm was yelled by a guardsman. This wasn't a typical morning, then. A large concentration of Kin had appeared near the doorway of the library, through which two guards were trying to carry the corpse of the translator. The runes seem to have disappeared as well, to the bewildernment of those who cared about them.

Everyone was shocked, naturally. Yet daily activities continue like they always have, except for the added caution everyone seems to take, and the odd glares they shoot at eachother. To the eyes of an outsider, everything seems to be in order. The guards grumble and mutter like they've done so far, perhaps with a little bit more enthusiasm.

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Krimmor Nurad ~ Master of Greed