The mage shook his head in silent regret at the carnage of knowledge displayed yet again before him. Each time he came across a ruined tome his sadness was renewed afresh as if reawakening an old painful memory. Such a waste.
Sorrowfully, Miklos sifted amongst the ruins with a vain hope that something or some clue might have survived, but the urgency of the party to move on would stop him from making a thorough search.
Feldard took quick stock of the room and seeing little of interest, moved to the door to the north. The charred remains did not evoke any amount of sympathy or sadness from the dwarf. Books were for scholars, those like Miklos and Maruc and elves evidently; not for warriors such as himself. Nor was he concerned anymore about the cause of such damage. It was so old that it had no bearing on his purpose here in these underground halls. The prison cells had renewed the vigor and pace at which he and his companions worked through the rooms. He intended to keep up the pace until either he dropped from exhaustion or found the Sisters and the elfmaids.
The priest’s eyes had swept the room, a brief moment of doubt crept over him as memories of the fire at the cloister flashed across his vision. He shook the thought out of his head and with steely determination he followed the dwarf toward the only exit from the room.
Hasan followed as well, though his guts and heart longed to stay behind to search the library of Elyas. “Some other time,” he counseled himself, but having spoken aloud, in reassurance to the party. ” Some other time we shall more closely search this, the Elyan lore. But now, alas! Hasten, my friends.”
The dwarf approached the burnt door to the north, he checked the ground for sign of recent disturbance in the soot, dust and wreckage. Seeing nothing of interest, Feldard continued, only pausing long enough to listen at the door but a moment before testing the handle and then stepping through.
Untouched by the fires that gutted the room next door, the walls of the room were lined with map cases. An elegant solid wooden table stood in the center of the room.