<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">She brushed a dozen slender braids out of her face, pulling them back behind her ears, almost pensively. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“Perhaps. But first, I have two warnings for you. You are not the first within Dimir who came looking for those notes. I was not their first choice for this room, you see…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">she wondered if he knew that Ardinya had been their original target.  </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“If anyone learns that I still have these papers, and that I gave them to you… there will be problems for both of us.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">she paused, her eyes drifting to the side.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> “Granted what you do after the twins see them… that is up to you. But you must promise me that the twins will see them. That they will have a chance to look through them. To copy them. To decypher them. These are not her complete notes and to be honest they don’t contain the information that your contemporaries were looking for anyways. However, I swore to Ardinya that her children would have them. And I intend to keep that promise. A promise you will make to me.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> she gestured at the floor where, in chalk, a truth circle had been drawn. </span>