Snippet #1227869

In one of many magic university's located in Fangotha a bunch of books in the library had been hastily moved in to a cluttered pile, soon enough another large book came flying through the air landing with a thud on top of the mess. "Nothing" breathed Ajak as his hands moved along one of the shelves, he did this for hours every now and again he would grab one and skim its pages before tossing it along with the others. He had nearly searched through the entire stock of books before being kicked out due to the mess he had made. "I was going to clean it up I swear!" He belted as an elderly lady chased him out with a brook stick firmly in hand! "Out! and never come back you unruly hooligan!" she yelled.

"Hooligan? who are you calling a hooligan you old wre--" Ajak started but a large book met his face before he was able to finish his sentence. Nursing his sore nose Ajak hobbled away in reluctant defeat, a swift painful twinge shot through his cursed arm causing him to flinch and grab it tightly. "A whole library..and nothing..." He mumbled. before making his way in front of the Fangotha palace.

Ajak had heard of the beautiful palace and the benevolent king and queen that reside there, but he really doubted that there generosity was all it was cracked up to be. He was sure there would be countless trinkets that they wouldn't miss should some sly cunning young man come and swipe them. He twirled his staff in his left arm absentmindedly as he eyed the massive structure. It was broad daylight sneaking in was a no go, besides sneaking in to a palace was different then sneaking in a tomb. Generally the dead don't have a thousand armed brutes eager to poke your eyes out. Getting caught would probably make him look like an assassin instead of a thief and Ajak shuddered to think that he would be treated accordingly.

"Nope no...a silver tongue will have to do" Ajak said to himself cheerfully, he approached one of the gate guards as confidently as possible, doing his research before hand he knew exactly what to say. "Hail good sir beautiful day is it not? I wonder if I could bother you enough to let me through as the king is expecting me, I am a potential suitor for his dear sweet daughter and it would be a crime to keep him waiting." Ajak spoke as suave and sincere as a poet. The guard nearly dropped his spear hearing the words suitor and immediately let Ajak through. "Good luck friend..your going to need it" the guard called after him and Ajak nearly paused to ask why before thinking better of it.