”Father Roxas… I’ve finished off the set of evil spirits that was attacking the neighborhood houses. I assume you’re finally ready. Right?” Kenzo entered a large room of stone walls through the old wooden frame of the door. The place was illuminated by hundreds of little candles that flickered in the undergrounds of the Oakland church. It was one of the most important landmarks of the western city. A testament to one of the oldest religions existing in the continent where hundreds of devout people from Oak gathered each Sunday in order to learn about Illumin’s scriptures and teachings. The man in front of him, Roxas, buried his face within a myriad of books, leather parchments and hundreds of loose papers scattered all through the room. They were now in the library of the Oakland Church. It was perhaps the place with the highest concentration of literature in the Region, perhaps only followed by the personal library of either the family of Lord Servas Phantasm’s state, or perhaps the private library of Vanessa Underwood, the current owner of the Majura Gallery. Either way, if there was a place where Kenzo and the monk priest could find the answers they were looking for it had to be in this library.
Staying still at the frame of the entrance, Kenzo waited for a minute for the priest to notice him. However, the old monk had been absorbed in his task for the whole night, and deep within thought failed to notice the standing swordsman. Irritated, Kenzo crossed both arms as he supported his weight in one of his legs and pressed his body against the wall. ”Aheem” A couple of seconds passed too, but there was still no response from the dedicated priest. Fed up, Kenzo stomped his foot on the ground trying to get his attention.
[305/1500] 25%WC Reduction from Guild Level