Nura takes her book and walk inside, trying to find a clean spot. Again she opens her spellbook and after about half an hour she starts to talk to her self in a low voice.
“It is not right” turning a few pages “how does this fit in. that, and that and this. Yes but not this. No they are not the origin. But what are they.”
She closes her spell book. I am getting tiered. Looks at the others in they room.
Noon of them know, and none of them care. Money, glory, the trill of battle. Pointless in it self, but they do not know, I guess that it the curse of the short-lived.
Her gaze falls on Jamilee. The sword, not fitting as first choice for one if the silvers, hmpf maybe she was to unintelligent to use magic, that would not surprise me.
Her gaze drifts on. there is no clues on her face of what she is thinking
“It is not right” turning a few pages “how does this fit in. that, and that and this. Yes but not this. No they are not the origin. But what are they.”
She closes her spell book. I am getting tiered. Looks at the others in they room.
Noon of them know, and none of them care. Money, glory, the trill of battle. Pointless in it self, but they do not know, I guess that it the curse of the short-lived.
Her gaze falls on Jamilee. The sword, not fitting as first choice for one if the silvers, hmpf maybe she was to unintelligent to use magic, that would not surprise me.
Her gaze drifts on. there is no clues on her face of what she is thinking
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