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[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris also stepped back. He was interested in how Gregor would handle this.

[Sirus]

Gregor turned back to the group under the pretense of choosing a second person, but he was actually giving everyone a dirty look.

[Gamerboy4life]

Seyena gave Gregor a bemused look, leaning on the neck of her pegasus as she wondered whether or not to say something.

[Powder Miner]

Alexander just kinda shrugged.

[Sirus]

Gregor gestured to the spy.

"Chris, you're with me. The rest of you, stay put. We'll be back soon."

[Haspen]

The red-haired man grumbled.

"So? Have you forgotten your tongue? You know how important my research is?"

[Sirus]

The young soldier bowed.

"Apologies, Magister. The information I have for you is of the highest secrecy and cannot be discussed in the open. May we go inside?"

[Haspen]

"It is only highest secrecy if it deals with the King or my research. Speak up already, I don't have whole day."

[Praefectus Screptum]

Tantallos stared at one of the swordmen.

"I would like to look for some dark tomes there if you do not mind."

He hoped the symbol on his cape would be enough or just the fact of being a weird man using a heavy robe.

[Sirus]

Gregor took a deep breath.

"Magister, I regret to inform you that Lord Eor is dead, his mansion a pile of ash. I am here in regard to his visit to this temple shortly before his death."

He paused.

"Is this sufficient to attract your attention?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Sorry, busier today than I thought I would be. >.<)

"We wouldn't waste your time if this wasn't of political importance."

[Haspen]

Tiron gave Tantallos a glare.

"We don't give out books. As for Eor guy, I do recognize the name. Wasn't he a Temple Guard, though? You want Grigorij for that. A moment, please." Magister cleared his throat, turned around and placed his hands at his mouth.

"GRIGORIJ!!" The shout was clear and definitely disturbed every single reader in the library. Several seconds later, a short, chubby man went inside the main hall through one of the doors on the left. He was lame on the left foot - it was twisted strangely outwards. He was huffing and grumbling as he moved closer.

"...and for the sake of all that's written, Tiron, this is a LIBRARY! You don't YELL in here!"

"Look who's talking. Old man, those people are here to talk with you." The elderly priest huffed, puffed, and then rubbed his forehead with the left sleeve.

"I'm sorry for the impertinence of this young scholar." Hearing that, Tiron scowled and crossed arms at his chest while the priest tried to smile. "I'm Bishop Grigorij, Keeper of the Religious Texts. How can I help you?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris briefly touched Gregor on the shoulder to indicate him.

"My colleague and I are here on matters of great importance, concerning a former Temple Guard of yours. A man named Eor. Did he visit here recently?"

He knew Eor had, but was using the question as an opening gambit.

[Haspen]

"Ahh, good old Eor. Yes, he always visits us at least once a month. A young, heavily drinking adventurerm turned into a guard of faith, would you believe? Ahh, the old times... He likes reading, and he sleeps in his old quarters, we keep them vacant for him. Is something wrong, though? He never sent anyone to us, he always came personally..."

[Sirus]

Gregor bowed deeply.

"Father, I apologize for being the bearer of grave news. Lord Eor is dead, and his mansion has been burned to the ground. Although there is no official word yet, we suspect foul play. That's one of the reasons we came here, Father; he came to this place just a couple of weeks ago, yes?"