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Like fingers, in his mind, digging into it.
Unending dreams, of a similar nature, all the same. Leading him out west. Past the Spine, past the Allir Reach. It drove him here, this insanity that he was plagued with. No voices, no ghosts. Just the damn book and the city. The book that was currently laid in the saddlebag of Rhi, the noblest, drunkest horse in all the land. The city came into view, or rather- one of it's imposing defensive structures.
Vel Anir.
The jewel of humanity. A testament to the hubris of humans, of their might in numbers alone. Nordenfiir and humans obviously shared a common ancestor, but branched off somewhere fierce long ago. The city smelled. The city had a distinct odor to it. It didn't quite burn his nostrils like the foul stench of orcs and ogres, but it was nonetheless not particularly pleasant to a man who fancied baths and flowers to soothe his temperament and his highly sensitive nose.
But the book pressed him forward. The book said no words in his mind, but the book itself had written pages telling him to go here. The book demanded it. And he was compelled to obey. He had never been compelled by anyone or anything in his life thus far. So why did the book, the one not even in his hands- and in a language he could not read before, compel him to go this way?
What was in the city? What did the book want? Was it dangerous? It didn't... feel dangerous. It felt like simply the wind, something that was, that existed. But the book was demanding that it go forward, and needed Arnor as much as Arnor needed it. He blinked rapidly, Rhi slowly trotting past one of the guardsmen, staring Arnor down as he went further towards the city. He said nothing to him, out of sworn duty, and perhaps, a dislike.
Arnor shared the sentiment. He didn't like assholes either.
He gripped the reins tightly, uneasy all of a sudden. As if there was someone on the horse with him. He shook his head. The book was telling him to go into the city. He needed to go into the city. The book was leading him there. But why? But how- but where, most importantly.