[littl3chocobo]

he followed the other int othe room. the waft of old skin and wood permeated everything, the walls were filled with books of all shapes and sizes. the other walked straight to a shelf with a single row of unnasuming red books and pulled out the farther-most left 'everything is housed here....from the begining of the first scripture to date' he passed over the book. it felt old. the binding cover parchment and ink dated it to at least 900 years ago, cat-gut cows leather lambskin and blood respectively. nothing in his wildest dreams could compare to the feel of it in his hands. reading the proffered passage he frowned. this was unreasonable. the conclave referred to were well documented in the archives of the greater and lesser library and sever members had books in the talking library. no member had a hand like this and even if they had it would have been preposterous to have wrote such a thing. to enforce a mass exodus of a single species would have been nearly impossible to have convinced all breeds and specie to go willingly into hiding? even if it could be done there would be records, documented accounts, public notifications, historical recordings personal diaries, anything.

he looked to the other as he talked. the face he had now was the same sad face from before, it spoke of pain and loss but it held no truck with the evidence provided in this singular tome. 'no' luka said evenly 'even if it was believable, which it is not, even if there was evidence it was so, which barring this book and that woman, there is not, it would be worth nothing to be to give up my very existence for it. i have all to lose and nothing to gain and you could, like you have since i first laid eyes on you, have been lying to me, you are deceitful and vile, you simply cannot be believed.