KjataDragon

Panting heavily, Pryce arrived at the library. The solid oak doors shut soundly behind him. "Finally, lost him." Pryce gasped while taking some deep breaths. After regaining his compsure he slowly walked down the stone hallways. His footsteps echoed throughout the vast area with each step. Tap...tap...tap.

Finding a corner, Pryce settled into a chair to rest. At this point the bag he was carrying was unceremoniously dropped and spilled out its contents. A pen rolled away down a corridor. Pryce stood up and walked down the hall after the pen. He felt the ground trying to find the lost object. His searching came to an ubrupt end when his head hit against wood.

"Ow!" Pryce sat onto the floor and rubbed his head. "That hurt." He looked up and noticed the door in front of him.

"REFERENCE ONLY. Not open to the public"

The door was slightly open and in the shadows Pryce saw his glistening pen. He looked around and cautiously headed inside. He smiled and picked up the pen.

"Finally, got you." Pryce stood and looked around. The room was dark but he could tell that the shelves were full of books. Just as he began turning around a sudden plop noise caught his attention.

There on the floor lay a book, fallen from the shelf. Curiousity getting the better of him, Pryce walked towards the text and picked it up. "What is this?"

He looked over the title. "Memoirs of the Past..." He turned the book over and gave it a thorough examination. It was old and a bit battered. The pages were flimsy and aged. Pryce delicately flipped open the cover and began reading.


(OOC: Bwahaha I'm finally getting to the RP plot now. It took me awhile to figure out how to get it rolling.)