|?This was my old armor that I had repaired.? I said as I unlock and opened up the large wooden crate in my office with James looking and observing. ?It?s over 10 years old and was in need of fixing. I sent it to my friend a few years ago to have him work on it.? As I was showing off the gear another of my assistants named Damon Rogers walked into my office door. ?Sir the daily guests have arrived and are waiting for you in the lobby.?|
Damon looked at the crate looking curious. ?What?s in the crate?? I looked at him as he asked and then looked at the crate. I noticed he was looking at the smaller sealed box at the bottom of the armor. ?Just some objects that are important to my research, and the armor is some old gear I had repaired. But enough about this crate let?s go meet the guests.? I close the crate, and lock it. After that I place the key in one of my pockets for the moment. James heads out first to greet the guests ahead of me. Then I start to head out and notice Damon staring at the crate. ?Hey Damon let?s go I need to close the office.? Damon turns away from the crate and quietly starts walking towards the door. ?Yes of course sir.?
Once Damon leaves the office I close the door behind me and lock it. Damon heads off to the front of the library to greet any late visitors. From there I go down and greet the guests and then set down at my chair.
?Greetings friends and guests; welcome to The Dark Library. This evening I bring you two stories. One that was lost for many years and was just recently recovered and the other a more recent work. The lost work we will start with first.?
?This old lost tome is called Fulcrum written by Anyee and this is Chapter 1.?
The Rogue waited, her bow held down at her waist, gazing at me ineffably with the void black eyes that those of Sisterhood gained at initiation. Her brown hair was pulled tightly at the nape of her neck, bound with three straps, to prevent entanglement in her weapon. Her uniform simple, traditional, the short leathers, boots, and cloak that all rogues have worn since the dawn of their kind. But most of all, her face, offset by those black eyes, the face of a child.
?With that I give you a story about an Alchemist and a monster called Run Algaz in a story called The Fall of Nightmares by Kire.?
?That is all for tonight everyone. Thank you for coming. Please enjoy your stay as you move around the library. Be careful as there are some wings still under restoration.? As I get up my third assistant Sam Maxwell greets me with urgency. ?Sir one of the restoration teams has uncovered something that requires your urgent attention.? I look confused and surprised, and eager to see what they found. ?Show me Sam.? ?Yes sir it?s this way towards the back of the central corridor.? We head off towards the dark hallway only lit by a few torches and candles. When we get there an old book case is pushed away revealing a very old door with a seal upon the handle and it catches my attention. ?I know this seal; it is a protection seal. There must be something very important behind here.?
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