>>6118871Sheathing his blade, the Temple Guard stows what must have been a detector at his side and gives Volka and TT a deep, deliberate bow! “I must have misplaced my manners–I am <span class="mu-b">LIGHTBRINGER JHAIRO:</span> humble servant of Mitaar…” Turning his attention to Volka, the Temple Guard gives the girl a disarming smile as his cronies join him at his side. “A fellow Skog with a hunger for knowledge… you’re a rare sort of gem, aren’t you?”
“G-gem?!” Sputters the Skog as her eyes grow wider than you’ve ever seen them widen, “Y-yea.. I mean NO! I mean… M-maybe…?”
“And you…” Jhairo purrs as he turns his attention to Tzah-Tzie, “You must be the meister’s daughter!”
“M-me too…”
“Got it backwards, pup,” Snarls Volkir as he rushes over as fast as his cane will take him, “Volka’s my daughter–the other one’s the new backstocker. She’s a bit slow, but she knows her way around potions.” The old coot narrows his eyes at the Temple Guard as he slips between him and the still-catatonic Volka. “Which reminds me: you shouldn’t be kicking down doors in a potion shop–mighta’ caused a chain reaction and sent us all ta’ Hell!”
“Forgive my hastiness, meister,” Jhairo replies with another bow that nearly takes him to the ground, “We had detected demonic resonance and acted rashly–I shall accept full culpability, of course.” Rising to half his massive height, the inquisitor levels one of his eyes towards your hiding spot. “Though do pray tell: why would the signal’s source peak in this musty old library?”
Volkir responds with a dismissive grunt. “Lotta old tomes in here… even a mere mention of a devil in one of ‘em has enough power to set off alarms, but you already knew that.”
“Indeed…” Sighs the Skog as he spares a wistful glance at the rows of books, “A shame I haven’t the time to peruse them all… I trust you won’t get into any… mischief… with them, yes?”
“I’m old and smart enough to know I wouldn’t be old and smart enough if I spent my youth summoning devils…” The Durher replies with a wave of his cane. “You aren’t gonna confiscate them, are ya?”
The Temple Guard responds with a subtle wink. “If these tomes aren’t safe with Volkir the Wise, they aren’t safe anywhere!”
“Don’t much use that name anymore…” Grumbles Volkir the Old as he shepherds the young Templar away from the library, “Now if you’ll excuse me, gents, I have a shop to run, so…”
“Of course, apologies again for the intrusion.” Bowing one last time to the ladies, Jhairo and his men depart for the front of the store. “There is… one thing, meister…”
“I don’t do Temple discounts.”
“No, of course…” The templar’s confident voice droops a bit as they cross the living room. “What do you know about <span class="mu-b">THE PROPHECY OF THE CRIMSON COMET?</span>”
>CONTD. 