Ancient, rotting texts were everywhere; water damaged books with broken spines were open on every flat surface and yellowed scrolls were unfurled over the backs of chairs. The room was permeated with a moldy smell of rotting paper in the Patriarch’s main study in the Temple of Pelor.
Having been summoned by the Cleric Tilith, Starlight and Alina stood in the study as the Patriarch poured over a particular map, absentmindedly addressing them at last.
Patriarch (without looking up): I have gone over the books recovered from the ruined tower. Much has been lost, of course, but that which survives . . .
Circe: You needed me?
Circe, a resident Cleric of the Temple of Pelor entered the study. . . [ »»»]