“Ghil-Dirthalen, the Archivist?” Ruth let out a whistle. “Well that’s not strictly nobody is it?” He remembered from his time with the Inquisitors’ report, back when they had only guessed at the identity of Solas. The largest library in all creation and it was sundered, fractured beyond repair and with it, the knowledge scattered. If this place depicted such a spirit then what pieces of their history did they hold?
“I can’t say the idea of splitting oneself is an enticing prospect, useful no doubt, but I’m quite sure the world would perish if there were multiple of me.” It was an errant thought, but Ruth’s consumption of the written word was insatiable, had he not an affinity for the healing arts he’d have happily remained within the walls of such libraries. Alas, his skills remained better at prolonging life than leading such a monotonous existence. Librarian’s didn’t get laid nearly as often.
Following her search through the murals again, Ruth noted the glyphs, his brow suddenly furrowing. “Again. Wrong order.” Without much thought, he brushed his index finger across the third, injecting a little magic to activate it, “which is the first?” asked idly as he looked for it himself and then shuffled over to where it was. Ruth touched the glyph there, weaving back and forth across the room until each had been lit in the order of the spirits ascension.
Stone against stone rumbled from down a set of stairs, the cold echo of a passage reverberated throughout, Ruth’s chuckled sounding out at its end. “Guess we found a secret.”
“I can’t say the idea of splitting oneself is an enticing prospect, useful no doubt, but I’m quite sure the world would perish if there were multiple of me.” It was an errant thought, but Ruth’s consumption of the written word was insatiable, had he not an affinity for the healing arts he’d have happily remained within the walls of such libraries. Alas, his skills remained better at prolonging life than leading such a monotonous existence. Librarian’s didn’t get laid nearly as often.
Following her search through the murals again, Ruth noted the glyphs, his brow suddenly furrowing. “Again. Wrong order.” Without much thought, he brushed his index finger across the third, injecting a little magic to activate it, “which is the first?” asked idly as he looked for it himself and then shuffled over to where it was. Ruth touched the glyph there, weaving back and forth across the room until each had been lit in the order of the spirits ascension.
Stone against stone rumbled from down a set of stairs, the cold echo of a passage reverberated throughout, Ruth’s chuckled sounding out at its end. “Guess we found a secret.”
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