Sir Quinton Alcarthis stood in the Consortium’s study in Eton Proper. Firelight enticingly danced in his eyes as they seemingly refused to play with the frivolous muse; they had something more important to do. His gaunt gaze sewed back and forth across a piece of travel worn paper. There were only 2 lines, but the Knight could not stop reading them. He was locked in chains of fright, despair and anxiety. His heart was the only thing which had the desire to move him. Each thump and flex pounded at the silent restraints. No matter how relentlessly it battered at the immobilizing links they made no sound, nor gave.
In attempt to free himself, Quinton closed his eyes. Those two lines haunted him still. The firelight displayed each serious word carved on the insides of his eyelids.
He felt trapped. He felt guilt. He felt nauseous.
Opening his eyes in hopes the image would fade quicker he looked towards the book lined shelves. It did not work. Still, he could not rid himself of these searing words:
“Dessicated remains of Ambrose Decklin have been discovered in the Oskan Vault and the whereabouts of The Kesh are unknown. Traces of Ogre were discovered in the Vault. ~KC”
