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history to the capitan without a thought.
    “Could you teach it to someone, perhaps, who is not an elf?” a glimmer of interest and envy flashed across the capitan’s eyes.
    “If you have twenty years to spare, most certainly capitan. I will have to change your religious beliefs, and trim your ears as well, if that is all right with yo u. What do you know of Siril?” s he laughed, breaking her serious demeanor at the thought of training a human in such a spiritual and time consuming art, let alone menti oning the God of the elves to a Harlian man.
    “The rapier is fine m’lady.” he nodded and chuckled.
    Over two hundred feet of white marble blended with gray stretched out before her and cascaded into the morning light . Guards opened the gates as the sun rose fully behind them, light that dimmed the magical illuminations of the grand structure. Eleven men behind her in step, the elven swordswoman entered the well guarded Tower of Kalzarius and went to wake her friends. First , she thought , I must rest and meditate . Three days and nights with no sleep had left her spirit a bit cold and in need of centering. Her thoughts drifted quickly to Lavress Tilaniun and where he might be at this very moment, hoping to feel him in her dreams. She wondered about Bedesh, and what they had left in the wake of their escape from Chazzrynn. She would not mention anything to Saberrak in regard to him abandoning again in the night, she knew it was the scroll of Annar that called him. She had seen it and felt it lately, his desire to not be far from it growing stronger.
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    Gwenneth Lazlette watched intently as her old teacher reached the bottom of the scroll, its length rolled out across the massive mahogany table. Kalzarius and she had been up all night, finishing the final incantations that were hidden in the ancient writings of the history contained within. It had taken over a week for them to translate it with the help of a scribe from the Library Fastine, and another week to get past the enchantments that had hidden a secret set of mystical chants that held great power of unveiling yet another set of histori es in ancient Altestani dialect . Now, the young prodigy and the elderly master had retraced their steps, ensuring that all they had deciphered was correct.
    The old wizard looked up from under his white hair and stroked his long gray beard. ”I believe, my child, that should do it. An amazing find there is no doubt, and it is no wonder it is so sought after. This scroll could break the very foundations that the entire worship in Altestan is founded upon , even many religions long lost here on Agara . It cannot stay here, however. I would like to test the magicks that are so intricately woven through the centuries of history.” His white robes with black arcane markings flowed behind him as he paced around the table.
    “Is that safe? Not that I am worried, anxious really. What do you think it will invoke?” Gwenne looked over her notes, feeling that the energy latent inside the scroll would summon forth something, she could tell by the symbols of the arcane blended with the old magick Carician dialect. Her green eyes were tired and burning from weeks of reading, and her black hair was pulled back over her fai r complexion after she had grown weary of dodging candles.
    Kalzarius walked toward the window of the nineteenth floor and gazed at the morning sun rising in the west over the bay. “It is a holy incantation, certainly not of infernal design, in fa ct it is quite the opposite. Since this is truly written by Annar, son of Megos, brother to Alden the Lord of Heaven, than we have much to ask of your minotaur friend that found it.”
    “He knows little, just an uneducated beast more than anything. Do we really have-“
    “Yes. I insist, and Bishop Javiel should be here as well. Sir James and Azenairk said his confidence was genuine and that he would keep these matters quiet until they were safe