“Ah, what greater treasure could there be than knowledge, knowledge and how to apply it.” Gurnam says as he walks through the dense forests. He was close, ever so close, he could practically smell the old books and scrolls already. He could barely contain his excitement, and he was going to be there soon. The ruin was within view. Though the word "ruin" wasn't quite accurate, though everything was dilapidated, and slowly falling apart, it would still be more accurate to say that it was just in disrepair. The books within should be in good enough condition for recovery. So he strode forth, unaware of the dreadlords who would demand to know his intentions.
He arrived as the sun met it's peak, and he quickly set up camp within the ancient building. He almost immediately began picking out books and translating or interpreting them. He was especially keen on books of magical nature. His peace would be disturbed the following day, by a dreadlord by the name of Sloan.
He arrived as the sun met it's peak, and he quickly set up camp within the ancient building. He almost immediately began picking out books and translating or interpreting them. He was especially keen on books of magical nature. His peace would be disturbed the following day, by a dreadlord by the name of Sloan.
