"Y-yeah." Tynan said, swallowing hard. Too much leg showing, that was the problem. He took a deep breath and composed himself. "You should have borrowed one of my tunics instead," he told her. "Adam's is too short for you." She shrugged, unconcerned. Tynan turned to Arum, a gaze of longing undisguised in his eyes. Getting irritated, Tynan snapped his fingers in front of the priest's face, who turned to look at him as if surprised that Tynan existed. "Oi, where's the book?" he asked sharply.

"Oh." Arum said, setting his plate aside and digging into his pack and pulling it out. Adam was helping himself to some more breakfast, still stark naked untill Tynan took the boy's hand and pulled some clothes onto the protesting child. Arum opened the old book and frowned. "It's..." he began slowly. "It's the diary of a pig farmer."

"What?" Tynan and Feather asked in unison. Feather took the book and flipped through the pages. "What the hell?" she exclaimed angrily. "'I woke up tonight and got upset because the pigs were squealling all night long'? Did Ransik make a mistake?"

Arum took the book back from her. "No, he knows- knew, I mean, each of the books as if they were old friends. Tis the right book." He flipped the pages, running his eye over them almost idly. He paused and excitedly moved to Feather, showing her a page. "Look," he said, a strange scholarly ferver rising up in him. "This sentence breaks off from helping a pig give birth, suddenly starts on another tangent and then continues right back from where it left off. Either this pig farmer was writing things he wasn't aware of, or someone way back when went through alot of trouble to hide things in this book."

Tynan pointedly cleared his throat as Adam helped himself to Tynan's breakfast. "Oh sorry," Arum muttered. "Listen to this, 'The bone of a skylark traced the words of power into the glass, and with the infusion of the druidic will, did turn into-'. It breaks off then." He paused, flipping through the pages once more.

"You're... actually reading?" Tynan asked surprised, watching Arum almost idly flip the pages.

"Oh yes, it's quite easy actually." Arum said. Tynan glared and let that pass. "Here is it again! '-into stone. Black as night, yet the stone sparkled with a dark light'. Dark light?" Arum frowned, perplexed. Feather and Tynan were hushed as Arum continued his search, flipping the pages. There was a strange excitement in this search of words. "'The Will of Anyag was sealed, and the druids perished for the binding took all of their strength. The last will of the greats fled into the stone." He paused again, flipping. "This can't be right!"

"What can't be right?" Tynan asked in rapt attention.

"The stone doesn't exist!" Arum said, confused. "It says, 'So the Children of Mezen brought the stone into their guard, where it perched upon the brow of their God as a reminder to all. Then the stone didst fade, and returneth to the bosom of Kiraha Mother, where it was reborn.' Correct me if I'm wrong, but that means it's gone, right?"

"There has to be more - keep reading!" Feather said urgently. Obediently, Arum flipped through the book.

"There is a little... it's odd, though," he frowned. "'The Stone strideth the world, the spirit of Kiraha Mother flowing within it, and the spirit of the earth also'. " He stared ahead in disbelief. "So... so that means that-"

"It's a person." Tynan said softly.