TAKE X (6-5-17: The End)

> Palmer: So what are we looking for, exactly?



"So it's in here, then," you say. "Whatever we're looking for, I mean."

Krytikas nods slightly. "This is the library of Meion, god of records and knowledge. Every book, tome, anything at all that could be classified as a record is kept here. On top of that, Meion has extensive books detailing the sum of all knowledge, mortal and otherwise."

She turns her gaze to the rows upon rows of bookshelves. Even though you can clearly see where the room ends, somehow the shelves still go on forever. It's giving you a little bit of a headache. "Somewhere in here is a book, or books, on the history of Ennen. It is that book that the usurper edited. We need to find it and change it back."

"Point of order," Sienna says. "So maybe I'm a little off-base here, but this library looks pretty..."

"Infinite?" Ione says.

"Yeah. So how do we find the book?"

Krytikas frowns. "That's a good question. We could be here for eternity searching. If only..."

"If only what?" you ask.

"If only Meion were here," she says. She doesn't say anything for a moment, but then her eyes light up - which is more literal for her than most. "Wait. He couldn't have..." She looks to you, Sienna, and Ione. "I have an idea that might help, but for it to work, we need to drop our cloaks. It'll put us at risk, but if I'm right, we'll be able to find what we need much more quickly."

"Sounds good to me," Sienna says.

"Anything to end this nightmare sooner," Ione says.

You nod.

Krytikas taps her foot on the ground. "Very well," she says, and simultaneously, you all become more noticeable.



"Usurper! How did you return here--"



"Wait, you're-- Krytikas!"

"Meion!"

The reaction is less understated than you've come to expect from Krytikas, but then, you suppose you can't blame her.

"I'm-- I'm so--" Krytikas says, only barely getting words out of her mouth. She looks down, taking deep breaths. After a moment, she continues. "I'm... very pleased to see you, Meion."

Meion smiles, which is altogether a nicer expression than the one he was wearing a moment ago. "You as well, Krytikas, though I'd rather it be under better circumstances. I'd like to be alive again, for one."

"That's what we're here to fix." Krytikas once again looks out over the stacks. "The book the usurper edited. Where is it?"

"I... don't know," Meion says, looking a little remorseful.

Sienna's eyes flare. "What? You don't? So we need to go and look through infinite books by hand?!"

Meion waves his hands conciliatorily. "Hold on, hold on! I can tell you where it was. I think she cloaked the book so I couldn't see it. Otherwise I would have changed it back myself as soon as I was able." He writes something down on the semi-transparent slate in his hands, then hands it to Krytikas. "Here. Check that shelf."

Krytikas reads the note, then nods. "Understood." Without a further word, she disappears into the stacks.



A few moments later - far faster than you would have expected anyone to navigate those shelves - she returns. "I believe I have found it," Krytikas says.