Swamped

Well. There's one thought that's been bothering you since Bertha talked about the book. Might as well address it.

"Going back to this forgotten god," you say. "I heard something about that once. Ran across a self-proclaimed follower, who called the god Goan. Does that sound familiar at all?"

She shakes her head. But you think you caught a look of surprise on Resk's face, just for a moment. Does he know something?

"All I know is the story in that book there. The forgotten god isn't given a name, all that's said is that it angered the others long ago, and nothing remains of it except what lurks in the dreams of mortals. Mind, I've seen enough in my lifetime that I wouldn't be that shocked if there turned out to be some truth to it."

She seems a bit young to be saying "in my lifetime," but you leave that without comment. You glance at the book.

"Unfortunately, I can't read this," you say. "It looks like it's in Kandrian?"

"Well, I don't have time to translate for you. Doubt Wiz does, either. Still, if you're going to see him anyways, you could ask. Maybe he has a spell that could help you read it."

You think for a bit, vaguely hoping to come up with another question. But Resk's already intervened.

"I'll have to ask you to leave now," he says. "There's a sensitive matter that we top officers need to discuss. Thank you for your questions, though."

Well. You probably wouldn't have thought of anything, anyways. You start walking out.

But you can't help but wonder if you should look for a way to eavesdrop. Just in case.