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"It was bad Sash, real bad. They hit the fortifications in waves. I don't know which one of them was holding the reigns, but it was probably Befomet..."

He doesn't seem to realize where he is or who you are. Maybe he's reliving something from the past. His voice is soft and caring, but there's a certain hitch to it that makes you worry.

"No, I don't know how it happened. None of the proper channels or formalities were observed. They just... struck. Before we knew it, the outer town was taken. I'd never seen such random destruction, they killed them all and beseiged the castle with the bodies of the dead. They literally rained from the sky..."

His voice hitches again, and tears begin to well up in his eyes.

"They've severed the port lines! Where is that backup! Secure the children in the inner vault, make sure they have life support down their. The stasis can only hold that many for so long. God Sash, they were all looking to me for leadership, how could I tell them that I didn't know what to do? That there was nothing in the books to help with this and I had only been a Lord for eight months? How could I look those people in the eyes and tell them that this was a precedent? That the Eldred Council never fought with this sort of madness? I couldn't Sash, and I didn't... We fought to the last man... they overwhelmed us... Gods Sash, I kept them at bay in front of our door for as long as possible!"

Tears run down his face uncontrolably now, and a dark ache tells you you don't want to here what happened next.

"In the end, I used it. I killed every one of those scum. Their gore dripped from the walls and the ceiling in every hall... the only one left standing was him."

A painful sob wracks his whole body. His eyes don't, or perhaps won't clear. But you can see the pain in them. You can see the age.

"Befomet and I clashed in the streets of Lamale. He was mad, insane even, but at the same time completely aware of what he was doing. What he said to me that day wil haunt me forever, and I don't think the entire Guild can stop it. Oh God! Why, why did it..."

He falls silent and his eyes roll up into his head. He's gone, again.

**Enter Maggie from Main Room, 183**

*walks in from the hallway and takes a seat at her usual study table, figuring she may as well use the time to practice*

*Peeking around the corner, Clare stood half in the library and still half in the hall. The wine glass loosely hanging from her hand, while the other was propped against the doorframe. Her eyes widening to resemble a child in a candy store at all the books.*

"What..Oh!" *Still fixated on the large wealth of books, she stole a glance back at Cora long enough to finish the statement, then returned to gawking at all the volumes like a school girl.* "Yea..its wow."

"Cora, right?"

"Well we do, I just don't see many facilities like this within the office.." *Following Cora in, her words stated to trail off, her eyes gathering a much broader veiw of the study like room.* "Its really nice.. must have taken Tavin a wile to acquire so many.."

*Looking confused..* "If you don't have books..what do you use to record histories, and information..?"

*Having a pretty good understanding of psychology, Clare understood at first then raised a hand as if to object to some part of that process. Then thought better of it, her arm returning to her side.* "So, its almost controlled then? Who has access to the information..?"

*Peering over Cora's shoulder, she thumbed the edge of her frames getting a better look at the book.* "It is English, not ancient though, or what I would describe as such.. something of the Anglo-Saxton period might be a better example of that. The early literary works of Scotland or England.."

"It wouldn't be to hard, if you'd like the basics of English."

*Clare nodded, understanding Cora's society a little better. It was just the beginning of a glimpse, but more then before in any case. A smile forming in terms of the English language.*

"I meant the almost 'bridge' it experienced as the English language took form from Latin. A very old language, knowing that one would grant someone an ability to understand almost any language from my time.. or a clue at the least. Written or spoken. That might be to confusing though.."