The Elementalists: Prologue: Fated Biblos

"You can call me that if you want, but my name's James."He said somewhat shyly. He wanted to continue reading,but wasn't particularly sure how to convey that message. He decided to try a different approach. "Don't worry though,I won't try picking you up like mister smooth over there."James said. He hoped it sounded playful, and not awkward.

James is happy that she did that.Now he can do the same politely. He returns to his seat and tries to find his place. He does and starts where he left off,still he can't tune out the noise of conversation beside him. He vuries himself in the book.

He chuckled slightly before realizing that's probably rude. "Mercs working for raiders, seems kind of like an odd combination. How about this, instead of your group working for us, we work together?"

He smiled slightly and turned back towards the table to let her mull it over.

"So far it seems that I'm just chasing a myth. From the pieces I have read it would set you up for quite some time." Roland opened the torn book again and found his place. The book was based on the legend and was somewhat grounded in fact.

"This book tells a story of a group who used hidden riddles to find the treasures location, but these riddles are something only a few can actually find. From the other things I've found, those riddles are hidden in this library." He sighed sitting the book and shaking his head.

Terra rolls her eyes as soon as Sir Fancypants turns his back. "What's that even supposed to mean," she mutters under her breath.

"Riddles and treasure, eh?" Marianne made a face. "Well, I suppose the treasure will be worth it. What are the items?"

Marianne mulled over this prospect. It wouldn't hurt to line her pockets some more, and perhaps get a longtime partnership in case this guy needed more expeditions done.

"What's your name?" She asked crudely.

Huh. Someone that hadn't asked her name. Marianne wasn't sure if he manners or not, but it was a refreshing change from when she was in Keren.

She took his hand and smiled. "I guess I'll introduce myself. Marianne. Just Marianne."

Quelthalas walks briskly through the library, scanning the aisles of books for the poetry section. He bumps rather abrublty into a table and looks down, he see's a book laid open, seems to be some kind of who done it mystery novel. Slightly intrigued he flips through the pages before becoming bored. "Who would want to read something like this, so easilly predictable" he mutters half silently to himself.