Eric stumbled around the tower rather blindly, this being the first time he'd ever seen the interior of the tower or known anything whatsoever about it, enjoying the scenery and admiring the ☼kitchen laced with blood☼ and ☼healing goop☼. It was some of the scariest shit he'd ever seen, employed in a most wicked and terrible fashion. He talked to some of the elves, asking them about the tower. Oddly, nobody knew anything useful. Being one to absorb information like a rabid giant sponge and to demand explanations, he kept looking. Every scrap of paper, every book, every inch of caligraphy along the walls and ceilings. The monster must have left some sort of clue as to what it was thinking while doing these things, or how this could happen. He stumbled into the dining room and admired the ceiling of various peoples' hides sewn together. Or rather, vomitted all over the table.
Figuring that this was a rather terrible place to remain, he continued wandering aimlessly down every passageway. He came to a library of sorts; a small room with a few bookshelves, containing such titles as It must have been Thralldom, The Tower and the Elf, The History of The Tower and- wait, what did that say? My friend Kodkod. Mind = blown. He absolutely must read this. Figuring he was the only one that didn't know by that point, he stuffed it in his coat's pocket. In fact, taking a wheelbarrow full of books back to his office sounded like a good idea. He had a chisel and his pick on him so all he had to do was build a coffer with stone wheels on it. Simple enough. There weren't any stones available for it, so he just took a chunk of wall out and shaped it up within ten minutes. Stuffing the books inside and leaving it in the corner behind the shelves, he continued the tour of the tower. Soon, though, he came upon a room with a throne and table in it, adjacent to what was obviously the master bedroom. On the table was a pair of stone slabs, just like the one that he had been given. There was, however, evidence in the dust layer that 3 more were missing and had been recently snatched, probably by his comrades. One of the missing slabs was likely his own. However, one of the remaining ones read "The Secrets of Life and Death."
Yes! He'd found it! Now he didn't need to prod Joykill with tangential questions to get his answers later. Being extremely excited, he nabbed the stone and made a mad dash out of the room, ignoring the other slab. The library seemed like an appropriate place to return to, but the hallways were just too busy with elves to hide effectively, so he hid the slab with his undershirt and walked out as if hauling a package. He soon made it to the library, shut the door, stuffed the package under the books in the coffer with it's tiny wheels, and began rolling the thing down the halls and out the door like a particularly cumbersome travel suitcase. Joykill of course stopped him at the door and demanded to know what he was doing.
"Found a library of books, figured I'd try to figure out what happened to Kodkod. Don't worry about it; I'll store them on a shelf in the public halls and we can review them fully when you're done here. And don't you worry either, elf, we of course can return them later. The possibility of losing historical information in such a turmoltuous situation such as this is just too high, so it's better to store them elsewhere until you're all settled. I'll also have Cog come by to do charcoal rubbings of all the caligraphy."
Satisfied, Wierd and the elf returned to their conversation. Flawless victory, he thought as he returned to the fort and organized the books on an empty shelf, taking the slab and the hidden book back to his office where he would study them both thoroughly.
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