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[Erinyes Feuri]

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Erinyes moved slowly thru the bustling town, Moonglow was filled with soldiers and people. She was intrigued by the people her head tilting to stare at each as she passed it.

She was pale and slender and carried herself normally, as any other person that passed thru moonglows gates. She headed as Thraxas had requested to the Lycaeum. There she paused quietly picking up books and turning and sitting without a sound on a chair. She was a librarians dream come true.

Her eyes scanned over the words and digested them hungrily, vast amount of knowledge of this realm, this lands lore and the people within it was absorbed quickly. She picked up book after book after book. She placed them neatly way. She made no move or mark, drew no attention to herself. A fellow and his colleague sat next to her at one point and were speaking of another Library in Britain. She paused her ears picking up this knowledge. She turned smiling softly to them.

Where is this place you speak of I am sorry I did overhear of a Library? They both looked at the attractive female silent for a moment then with a friendly demeanor told her how to get to the Library in Brit from the main moongate. She nodded, she groaned inside. She wasnt fond of this *moongate* system. Yet it was necessary. She stood walked quietly from the Lycaeum, having placed the books back where they belonged.

It was almost as if she was never there. In fact it seemed the one fellow and his friend couldn't even remember speaking to the dark haired woman. Indeed it seemed to fade from their memories rather quickly.

[Thraxas]

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Thraxas sensed that Erinyes had been at the Lycaeum the moment he stepped inside one of its book-filled chambers. It wasn't a scent of any kind, nor was it offensive to him at all. Rather it was a sudden knowledge of her presence, perhaps a connection between the two daemons, maybe all of them, a strange mark of passage that left a hidden, malevolent, print upon a place. The thought of that pleased him, but what pleased him more was the realization that she had been there, no doubt, to gather knowledge... knowledge that would spawn a terrible wisdom to be used against them.

"May I help you?" an aging scholar inquired, approaching him. "Is there something you seek to study?"

"You can teach me nothing, old man," Thraxas replied curtly. "Now go away."

The man frowned. "That is a most uncharitable attitude sir! We will have none of it here!"

Thraxas wanted to kill him, but restrained himself. "I have come a long way and my nerves are taut."

"Hmph!" the man snorted and started to turn away.

"Wait! I could use some help after all. What is your name?"

Accepting the flimsy excuse for ill manners as a paper-thin apology, the man obliged. "I am Aldric. What is it you want?"

"Do the mages here summon daemons often Aldric?"

Aldric chuckled softly. "Sir, this is Moonglow, city of mages and the Lycaeum is greatest center of wisdom in the lands, Britain notwithstanding. You have but to enter any home and you will see the evidence of summoning activities... the pentagrams and abattoirs. I myself have summoned daemons on many occasions. They make useful, if dangerous, servants. I..."

"Has it ever occurred to any of you that perhaps daemons do not wish to be your servants?"

The scholar stopped and studied him carefully. "What a strange question! Why would anyone care what daemons want? They are devilish brutes fit only to work for us when we need them."

Thraxas' eyes blazed but only for a moment. "So you say. Perhaps one day, however, you will find what it means to be *their* slaves." He turned abruptly to leave.

Aldric started to call out to him but hesitated, and then it was too late. For some inexplicable reason, he was glad he did not pursue the man or the conversation, any further.
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