one break of the stone
[Sir Durge does not trust the magical, talking book. Not one bit. He isn't very comfortable with magic to start off with, but this object does not seem like any he's encountered before. In the very least he is mildly certain it isn't sorcery. But what did he know? He was just a knight.
That said, he wasn't where he was supposed to be, and this book was his only clue towards any real answers.
So after a minute of rather bewildered paging through the tome he clears his throat and speaks into it, a low and somber register dictated in bold letters into the journal.]
I do not know by what sort of magic I have been brought to this place, but if you think kidnapping me will stop Lady Grace's army from reaching Imbrifale, you are mistaken. Her mission is of more import that the life of one knight.
[His only regret is that he has managed to fail her by allowing this to happen. It was his duty to stand at her side no matter the risk.]
That said, he wasn't where he was supposed to be, and this book was his only clue towards any real answers.
So after a minute of rather bewildered paging through the tome he clears his throat and speaks into it, a low and somber register dictated in bold letters into the journal.]
I do not know by what sort of magic I have been brought to this place, but if you think kidnapping me will stop Lady Grace's army from reaching Imbrifale, you are mistaken. Her mission is of more import that the life of one knight.
[His only regret is that he has managed to fail her by allowing this to happen. It was his duty to stand at her side no matter the risk.]