Day 31
The following morning, Zylen had decided to forgo his continued work on cataloguing the library’s collection of books. With what happened to Clancy, his encounter in the graveyard, Eowyn going missing, and now what transpired yesterday, he couldn’t waste the time. He needed answers of some kind, preferably before anyone else got hurt. So, he wrote down a few new notes in his office, and after a light lunch, he traveled to the archives. If anywhere had answers, it was there with Elanor and Jeremiah.
The Tundra welcomed his help with open arms and a pleasant smile, “Zylen! It’s always a pleasure to see you. What brings you in today?”
“Exactly what you’d expect.” He held up his notes, “I’m working on these.”
“Still shaken up from yesterday?”
A brisk nod, “I’m really not liking how dragons I don’t even see know who I am. I’m sure Jeremiah isn’t enjoying it either.”
“He certainly isn’t taking it well,” she gestured over to the Banescale, who was rummaging through messy piles of paper, “He knocked over four boxes in frustration earlier. He’s been reorganizing everything since.”
“Has he found anything useful? Or you for that matter?”
“Before I answer that, you want some tea? If we’re going to be talking like this, it’s best done in comfort.” Elanor looked at Zylen gently. The furred dragon always had the best interests of those around her in mind. It was something the Fae enjoyed about being around her.
He caved, “Tea sounds lovely.”
Taking conversation to Elanor’s office, the two continued conversation there, a member of staff coming by with the requested tea soon after. As Elanor spooned sugar and poured cream into her cup, she answered the question posed to her earlier, “In regards to what you had me look into before you left yesterday, no. I tried comparing the symbols you brought back with the one that you obtained from Clancy, but they don’t appear connected.”
Zylen let out a sigh, frills lowering in disappointment, “Another dead end then.”
“For now, at least,” Elanor’s smile widened some, “I did find something else. The name of your predecessor, as well as more of Darryn’s writing.”
“How?” Zylen was bewildered by the second statement, “One of the first things I did for this was look for his work. You’ve seen the gap where it should be yourself.”
“And yet you’ve still been able to recover some yourself, correct?” Elanor challenged.
“Yeah, scattered on the floor and on nearby boxes. I still have no idea how I got my hands on the maps I own, but they were likely tossed among some others.”
The Tundra sighed, “Well, looks like he’s scrambled whatever he didn’t hide away. Found these among documents from over fifty years ago.” She handed over a small stack of papers, “I think you’ll find them interesting.”
Zylen took a sip from his mug, eyeing the hastily scrawled writing briefly before looking back at the archivist, “Before I do, care to name the prior librarian? I’ve been curious for a while, but their name’s eluded me.”
“And for good reason,” she pulled out a single sheet of paper this time, “Iris Torrent. This is all I’ve found in regards to her so far.”
As the Fae took and read through the former librarian’s writing, he began to see why he hadn’t seen much. The writing was shaky, suggesting old age or some sort of medical condition. The writing besides that belonged to that of either a Guardian or Gaoler based on the size of the words, but distinguishing which was hard to make out as telling the two apart were often in smaller details. The note itself regarded a strange new book that had been acquired. While no title or author was provided, Iris described the book as skeletonizing a dragon through rapid decay. The note ended in a vague warning addressed to Darryn about what he was currently looking into, and that the book had been “put in its place”, whatever that meant.
He looked up as he finished, “I wish I knew more about her.”
“I do as well. Unlike Darryn, it looks like she wasn’t so eager about what she was discovering,” Elanor took back the paper from him, carefully filing it away in a nearby drawer.
“Reminds me of Clancy,” Zylen half-joked, raising his fans. “She may be willing to help, but she by no means wants to get directly involved.”
The Tundra frowned, worry in her eyes, “Speaking of Clancy, how’s she holding up? I heard about her condition and, well, it has to be hard losing functionality like that.”
“She’s lost most use of her left arm despite the staff’s best efforts. She’s shown some weak movement, but I doubt she’ll be carrying anything anytime soon. Same with using her claws.” Zylen’s fans lowered, “I’m happy she didn’t lose use of the claws she writes with. I’d certainly be at a loss if I suddenly lost the ability to write.”
“I think anyone would be. If you see her before I do, tell her I wish her a safe recovery.”
“I will,” Zylen shook the stack of notes handed to him, “Now, if you don’t mind, I have some light reading to do.”
The Tundra rose from her seat, her calm smile returning, “I thought you hated reading.”
“I don’t like a lot of reading. Try to limit myself. I’m finding I don’t have much of a choice as of late.” He sighed, deciding to voice a doubt on his mind, “Do you think we should continue to trust Saile? I mean, it’s not like we don’t have a choice in following what he asks of us, but lately I can’t help but wonder if we're all doing this and getting hurt so he doesn’t have to.”
Elanor looked away, smile disappearing as she got lost in thought. After a moment, she looked back up, expression unchanged, “I don’t think he knows what he’s been sending us into. I mean, he only wants us to investigate strange areas he finds interesting based on information he gets from the institute he works for. I mean, think about your encounter yesterday. What did you think you were going to find?”
He sighed, “I suppose you’re right. I didn’t expect a maze that would probably set me on fire if I tried to “cheat” it. Anyways,” straightening the stack of notes, he began to dismiss the Tundra, “I should get to this. I’ll let you know what I think when I’m done.”
“Sounds good!” Elanor beamed, starting towards the door, “I’ll be in archive storage room 3B when you finish. I found an interesting collection of testimonies to an event there, and I’m hoping it may relate to this work of ours.”
“Well, you know where I’ll be,” waving farewell, Zylen got to work on the notes, separating them into the individual reports and personal writings.
The first thing he noted was how early the notes were. All of them were written within the first year of Darryn’s employment, and based on the quality of the paper, he wasn’t an organized dragon. Covered in crinkles, splotches of ink, and stains from either tea or coffee, it was clear some had sat around on a desk for some time before being archived. Having only seen Darryn’s writing from years after being employed, the Fae didn’t believe that the Skydancer was ever this sloppy.
The notes themselves appeared to be job reports similar to the ones Zylen had been writing. Darryn wrote on what others had experienced on tasks they had been sent on, writing his personal comments in the margins. Zylen assumed these to be rough drafts, similar to what he did, although he kept his opinions on separate sheets of paper. Outside of some strange details not dissimilar to the ones Zylen found himself regularly writing about, only two papers stood out to him.
The first was a personal journal entry, torn out of the notebook it was held in. Among the two and a half pages of notes, almost all of it was Darryn writing about his suspicions regarding the mansion. He had accidentally stumbled across a secret room while casting a spell on a bookshelf to locate a volume that caught his interest, and ever since, he’d been seeing if he could find any other strange rooms. The staff seemed to actively oppose his searches, as did a few of his coworkers, under the premise that maybe the rooms were hidden in a way that only Saile would know about them.
Which led to the second paper. It was hastily written, but covered a visit from professor Saile himself. The Skydancer had been excited about seeing the professor, but in the end only briefly spotted him talking with the librarian, who Zylen assumed to be Iris. Much to the Fae’s surprise, the archivist described Saile as a Pearlcatcher, not a Skydancer or Wildclaw as he assumed. Perhaps he was taught to have a similar style to one? There wasn’t much more to the notes after that, Darryn failing to elaborate further on Saile’s appearance and not getting the opportunity to talk beyond introductions.
Elanor was right, there wasn’t much here, but what he did read was certainly interesting. Not much to go on, but he had a new lead now. If he didn’t have to leave on the next assigned task, he’d tackle it tomorrow. Somewhere, there was a secret room near a bookshelf, and it was activated with magic in some form. He only hoped that it wasn’t elementally aligned, otherwise he’d be waiting a while.
Darryn was a Light dragon, and if Saile was hiding anything mysterious behind elemental barriers, the solution was simple. Don’t hire Light dragons.
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I lost the entirety of what I had planned for the second half of this out of nowhere, so I'm sorry if it's kinda meh. I was planning to have some new thing for Zylen to look into come up, but I lost my initial idea. So instead I'm going to have him just magic some bookshelves until he goes mad I guess. Also, will do more with Iris eventually. She really is a lot like Clancy with how I picture her so far.
Tomorrow is a new job day as well! I'm excited to see what I roll up this time. Sorry for a lack of commentary today. I'm still kinda aaaaaaaaaa from when my brain threw itself out the window earlier.