Hands remained stubbornly in his pockets, smirk broadening as Revas fixed him with a well earned, but completely familiar look. It was an all too common occurrence for Ruth. He had to chuckle a little at the attempt to admonish him, too, shrugging, “I’d argue my manhandling isn’t careless. It has quite the opposite effect really.” Flashing the other a wink before turning to collect his book. There was only one person who could manage such a feat, and she was off… where was she this time? Ruth brushed it aside. It was a thought for later now he had a visitor wandering around his little haven.
The tome back in his hands, Ruth flicked through the pages, keeping an eye on this new visitor to his peripheral. Curiosity would be his eventual downfall, that and professional pride. He’d reorganised this section from the raided mess he’d found it in. Even if he, too often, had raided other elvhen sites to add to it. Before the intrusions had been in aid of the Inquisition, against the creature Corypheus, now it was about returning everything to its rightful place. So much had been lost, fragmented and scattered after the fall. A lot had been stolen and raided by the victorious Chantry, their peoples treasures bought and bartered by other races all over.
It may not have been much but a piece, a book, journal at a time, but finding the answer to dealing with Elger-nan lay in their people’s past. And now an Ancient was perusing his efforts. Arms folded over his chest, the book nestling between as Ruth leaned against the stack.
“Anything specific, I can help you with? I didn’t exactly spend a month reorganising it into some order for nothing.”
The tome back in his hands, Ruth flicked through the pages, keeping an eye on this new visitor to his peripheral. Curiosity would be his eventual downfall, that and professional pride. He’d reorganised this section from the raided mess he’d found it in. Even if he, too often, had raided other elvhen sites to add to it. Before the intrusions had been in aid of the Inquisition, against the creature Corypheus, now it was about returning everything to its rightful place. So much had been lost, fragmented and scattered after the fall. A lot had been stolen and raided by the victorious Chantry, their peoples treasures bought and bartered by other races all over.
It may not have been much but a piece, a book, journal at a time, but finding the answer to dealing with Elger-nan lay in their people’s past. And now an Ancient was perusing his efforts. Arms folded over his chest, the book nestling between as Ruth leaned against the stack.
“Anything specific, I can help you with? I didn’t exactly spend a month reorganising it into some order for nothing.”
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