"Ah, I see. A tale of generations..." My quill scratched the paper with new ink, though the information was scanty. These were vague details indeed, but certainly expected from a few songs and sagas told by townsfolk.

"I do wonder... might there be elders who know of more details? Or perhaps some written history detailing the events that led to this magic's rise and demise? Since we are quite new to the case, I suppose the nobles may very well be further along in this mystery than we are." I chuckled lightly at this, the thrum of my curiosity thrilled at the idea of learning foreign history.

It was strange and yet so very pleasant to engage in such wonderings with a newly found friend. Too long I had been stumbling with loose ends, hungry for information but alone in the quest for it. The few friendly curators and researchers of Keithon's libraries and museums had also been refreshing, though far inbetween. Even then, it had never been a relaxed musing over some humble cornbread.