Ray proceeded with caution. This man knew Wrenmaes name, and it would be best to find out more information before blindly joining the old man. Though Wrenmae thought otherwise, announcing that he would return once his business was settled. Ray had a feeling that it would not be the case, or at least as easy as Wrenmae made it sound. He put too much faith in the man and in this seemingly shifting place. Once split up no one knows how long it might take to get back together. So be it, was Rays concluding thoughts as he watched the other start to leave with the man, opening the door and departing.
Then there was two. How easily the numbers fall. Circumstance or Fate, whichever force drives this setting of events, one had to applaud it for things seemed to be going disturbingly as planned. The nuit let his gaze wander the room, looking over the nick-nacks and gadgets, the piles of books and scrolls, such a collection of things was quite impressive, along with the knowledge which may be stored here.
The undead let his body wander where his gaze was transfixed. He overlooked the books for now in favor of the gadgets and gizmos that laid about the room. Some of the items were curiosities he had never seen before. It amazed him as he looked one over and wondered what it did or what its intended purpose was. He even went as far as to carefully pick one such contraption up and start to analyze it not only with his eyes, but his magical senses as well. Gaze transfixed on the item in his hand, the summoning of djed took some effort, a bit of time passed as he moved the item in his hand, looking at it from all different angles. What was it? He asked himself, and more importantly was it ordinary? Well they would soon find out as slowly the aura started to show itself, the lights flickering into view in his mind. Tactile impressions slowly started to come to him.
"How long do you suppose it takes to amass such a collection as this?" he asked when he was satisfied with the impressions he had got from the thing, talking mostly to himself, but his words were not to be lost on others. He felt tired from the djed drain, so much djed, yet so little information, "There sure is a lot." he commented his gaze falling on the ornate book, and he nodded at it, hinting that it might be something worth looking into. It definitely looked different from the other books around the room, though it was just as old, of that he was sure.
Then there was two. How easily the numbers fall. Circumstance or Fate, whichever force drives this setting of events, one had to applaud it for things seemed to be going disturbingly as planned. The nuit let his gaze wander the room, looking over the nick-nacks and gadgets, the piles of books and scrolls, such a collection of things was quite impressive, along with the knowledge which may be stored here.
The undead let his body wander where his gaze was transfixed. He overlooked the books for now in favor of the gadgets and gizmos that laid about the room. Some of the items were curiosities he had never seen before. It amazed him as he looked one over and wondered what it did or what its intended purpose was. He even went as far as to carefully pick one such contraption up and start to analyze it not only with his eyes, but his magical senses as well. Gaze transfixed on the item in his hand, the summoning of djed took some effort, a bit of time passed as he moved the item in his hand, looking at it from all different angles. What was it? He asked himself, and more importantly was it ordinary? Well they would soon find out as slowly the aura started to show itself, the lights flickering into view in his mind. Tactile impressions slowly started to come to him.
"How long do you suppose it takes to amass such a collection as this?" he asked when he was satisfied with the impressions he had got from the thing, talking mostly to himself, but his words were not to be lost on others. He felt tired from the djed drain, so much djed, yet so little information, "There sure is a lot." he commented his gaze falling on the ornate book, and he nodded at it, hinting that it might be something worth looking into. It definitely looked different from the other books around the room, though it was just as old, of that he was sure.