"Um. Alright."
Rook slowly floated toward the shelves and half-heartedly started looking at the shelves. He lifted, ajusted, moved, re-settled.
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This is a pointless enterprise. Like asking a Griffon to live underground.
Cartaras: <Milord, I'm not sure I under->
Endoril: <It's against its nature, you cretin. THAT is the point; more of one than you have, at any rate. M'lord, you should dispense with the heathen. Its council is beyond worthless; as are its abilities.>
Cartaras: <Milord, perhaps you should just tell them you wouldn't know a magic scroll from a treatise on philology?>
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"I regret," he began and then stopped. Gathering himself he continued, "that I'll be of little help in this enterprise. Give me a map, or a chart, I will break an army; ask me to find a scroll or a book? I am more like to find more harm than good," he said, honestly.
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