You run your eyes through the different scrolls, notes and books. All in runes or other tongues. In the middle of all, you find some notebooks, translations to the common tongue. The first one has crimson runes over the black leather of its cover. It reads Sraedi
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Next to it a long scroll, written in brown lines of ink... Nikor Bakela.
Two sketches lay on the table, which seem to be the portraits of noble ladies.
Lady Faelin*
