"They are quite stubborn, those old fools."
Silver eyes lifted to meet a certain elf's calm gaze. The youth's slender figure stood elegantly within the bright Arcan chamber. Even his reflection on the damp white floor exudes such serene grace. But no one knew the turmoil behind Moulin's composed expression.
Na'El looked unbothered by the young man's scrutiny as he continued to evaluate the bright chamber. Although it looked to be quite... modest, it impressed him how it possessed such intricate, uniquely woven magical formations. It almost felt like an experiment. Moreover, the runes were far from familiar as though they were originally created. Perhaps most of it was...
The elf's eyes grew deep as he straightened his posture and placed his clasped hands behind him. He had already known Lady Calanthe entrusted Moulin with the legendary book of Orchaedia. But it surprised him how quickly the youth became in tune with the divine teachings...
