Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131221174808

Jack took note of everyone's general disposition of Apocrypha and scowled, but walked on in silence. Once or twice he had to open a gate by activating a scrye or two, but other than that it was generally just avoided thrashing tentacles or trying to prevent papercuts caused by flying papers.

Jack frowned. He had not seen many of Mora's minions hanging around, which was a bad sign. If they weren't here, they were hiding, which was far from good. Suddenly a voice rang through the silence. "So... come back to mock me, have you?" a younger Breton  said. "You're a cruel man, Jack." he added, his voice heavy with bitterness.

Jack looked up at the Breton, who was perched on top a large mound of books. "Don't remind me, Sam. It's not something I can take back," he growled, heading for a stone staircase opposite the group. The Breton looked down at the group and chuckled humourlessly.

"Following Jack isn't a good idea. I was a friend to him, and look where it got me," he said, indicating the collossal room full of books and scrolls. "My name's Sam. Samuel Morvenuel." he said, nodding to the group. Jack payed no heed, already heading up the staircase.