The light of a nearby candle illuminated the small cave. The walls were smooth and blackened from the large fires that once burned in here before its current occupant made his stay in Helstor. A couple of tomes laid scattered on a table in the middle of the room. Two figures were standing around the table. One pleased, the other not pleased. "Are you even aware of what you brought before me?" Asked the older man while looking up at the tall Eorling. "You tasked us with recovering dusty old books and look before you!
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fallen from grace
