Elion raised a brow and smiled.
He would have been more than content with just a bit of intel, but by the looks of things, it seemed he had stumbled upon a gold mine.
He had really come to the perfect place after all.
At this point, he doubted anyone in the entire world would have a more accurate account of the legacy world, or this entire world's history, for that matter.
He really had to applaud their dedication to record-keeping.
As they walked, their footsteps softened against a long runner on the floor, woven in muted crimson and black.
The archive seemed to swallow noise rather than echo it.
The farther they moved from the entrance, the more the outside world receded until all that remained was the occasional minute clink of metal from Oberon's key ring as it brushed against his belt.
Elion noticed movement near one of the far tables.
A woman in dark, revealing robes sat with a stack of open ledgers beside her, writing with a fine-nibbed pen.
"Hmmm?"
