"Looking for something?" a crotchety voice challenged. When War Scribe turned, she finally spotted the Wizard Echlar sitting back in an old, comfortable chair, Zakiyah's book open on his lap and a rather smug look on his face.
"I thought you'd be coming back for this," he said, rising and shutting the book carefully, dusting its cover off with reverence. "This is a valuable piece of history, I'm sure you know that. And here's what I want to know: What you did with the Lorekeeper? Don't try to teleport out of here, woman. Now that I know what you're capable of, I can easily follow you." Wrapping his arms protectively around the book, he said, "So why don't you just calmly sit down and explain who you are and what you did to Zakiyah. If I'm happy with what you say, I'll give you this book and you can be on your way."
