“You don’t have to come then” Maén said shortly, “I don’t know about you but I happen to be very good at not being seen, or caught I-“ she cut herself short as the sleeve of her left arm rolled back revealing her scar, she stared at it for a second, as in surprise before pulling her sleeve up completely as if nothing had ever happened. “- im usually very good at it” she said in a weaker voice.
Maén looked once more at the building and again to the company and raising an eyebrow spoke. “Besides Ferethor, I thought you wanted revenge on Guriel, now don’t you tell me a building full of paper is going to stop you… Next ill be thinking that you aren’t who you appear to be.” She had meant it as a jest, but something clicked inside her mind and she looked at Ferethor again. “Curious” she muttered to herself. “Very curious.”
“And as for death Mister Ferethor, I am willing to do whatever needs doing to restore the honour of my house. That includes dying.” Taking off her satchel form around her shoulder she placed it at Aelimur’s feet. Look after this, I need to have a look around first.”
“IN the archives?” asked Roryn
Maén shook her head. “No, in the public library, which happens to be next to the archives. There are some very old doors and passages in there if I do remember from my old days as a student. I want to make sure they are all still there.” She took a second look at her companions. “Crystal, ill need you to serve as my lookout, as much as I hate to say it, two women will look less menacing than two rangers or many travellers.”
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