Chapter 47: Wardrobe Change?
’How bizarre.’
As Noctis moved to the back of the room, he noticed a passageway leading to the back of the temple.
Passing through it, he entered a space, much much smaller than the hall, around the size of what could be called a normal room. One that fits the needs of a normal human.
It was, however, mostly empty besides one bookshelf on the right and a crude bed made of mud and clay in the middle.
It seemed like a jail cell more than a room intended to house someone, say like someone who kept the temple running, a priest of some kind.
’Must be a hermit.’
Nevertheless the hermit itself was also missing, in line with the temple norms, and so he moved to check the bookshelves.
He saw a few books here and there, either caked with dust or almost on the verge of decaying into dust, but holding on, with resolved tenacity, seemingly waiting for a passing patron to inherit their wisdom.
As Noctis opened the books with extreme caution and prudence, he looked at the pages... and almost dropped it.
’Why did I think I would understand it anyway?’
The contents of the book was in the same script as the runes at the temple.
Looking through some other books, although he found some that featured other languages, there was none that he could read.