| *A page from near the center of the withered notebook. The script is written in common Drow runic letters.*
Such power in the palm of my hand... I can feel it constantly, when I am working with the blade and also when I have it packed away... even when it's locked away in my bank box.. I can't help thinking about it... I want to work with it.. discover more. I can feel it urging me to use it as if it's calling me.. "Use me" I hear.. Though, it must be just my mind playing tricks on me becuase I haven't slept.
I feel bad for lying to Jhulae.. but it must be.. I can not risk anything to be leaked to Vierna.. It would be the end of me and Faeryl. |