Chaucer's eyes light up as Frederick unwraps the key and lays it on the table. He continues listening to the Lord's words, but his eyes never leave the key. When the noble finishes his description of the attacks, Chaucer licks his lips, and gently asks, May I hold the key? As he reaches his hand out to grab the key, he begins to talk excitedly. How many epics, great adventures start with a such a mystery. How many men and women have found glorious places in the chronicles of history when they pick up a treasure like this. This is not just a key to a doorway, but this is a key into the greatest books of history.
Looking up from the key as if coming from a daze, he looks around the room quickly, and then looking at the Magister he asks, My Lord, when do we leave for this journey? There are a few things that I should need to procure, and it might be better to do now before we leave the confines of Venza and enter into the stage that will be Sangre del Sol.