Snippet #2547307

The Wordsmith stepped up close to Darius, despite being a lot shorter there was menace in her stance and she glared at the tall man before her, "Tell me something. When you were walking to this Temple did you notice anything odd? No guards? Little defense? Then perhaps you noticed the sigils written all over the town. This Temple is covered in them, this room in fact..."

She gestured to the floor. If looked at closely they would see a network, a spiders web of words and symbols delicately lacing the floor, ceiling, walls....everywhere they looked. The Wordsmith turned away from Darius and Fera and walked to the middle of the room where a circle of sigils were placed. She was eerily calm despite just being threatened, "There are reasons why Libary has stood for thousands of years. We need no guards, no army and not one hotheaded boy has ever destroyed this world. If you even think of setting fire to anything, it will be your last thought."

She sharply turned to face them once more, her expression was dark and annoyed, "So then, let's try this again, will you show some respect, or shall I make you regret ever being in my presence?"