<span style="color: #80BFBF">"Hatched one morning able to read and speak, came out and I was in a corpse of another hand thing. Found a note," Powland explained.<br/><br/>Stacy raised a brow and accepted to take the note that the lizard gave him, a gesture that was very appreciated. <span style="font-style: italic">"Stacy"</span> The young man bowed his head, holding onto the note as if it was the last important message in the world. <span style="font-style: italic">"Stacy Hartwell"</span> He introduced himself. His eyes shifted back to the note.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">You are of the race of Knald, keepers of knowledge.</span> The young man began to read. <span style="font-weight: bold">There is only one of us at a time, born from the corpse of our predecessor. You are tasked with the safety and development of the Library of Comprehension, Buried deep within the Dorland Mountains.</span> Distracted by the noises the books were making as Powland began to throw them over his shoulders, Stacy raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Levainlain covering his own mouth with a single finger, asking him to remain quiet. Stacy lips parted and he nodded discreetly while the lizard was distracted searching into the Elf's books. The young man watched Levainlain turn to the far end of the kitchen and then disappear into the unknown.<br/><br/>Luckly enough, Jeremi walked into the room only a short instant  after Levainlain sought his hideouts.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Where did our host go?"</span> Came Jeremi's voice, twirling the mug in his hands.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I would wonder the same, Jeremi. Perhaps he's concerned with that demonic creature's whereabouts. He left the kitchen, and that is all I can say."</span> Stacy forced a smile and locked eyes on Jeremi for a moment before taking a glance at the note to read the last part of it. <span style="font-weight: bold"> You will find you know this already. Only you and your companions are able to enter. Your belongings are by the door...Powland...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"So...You mentioned inventions I think. What kind?"</span> Jeremi asked.<br/><br/>A smirk plastered itself on the young man's face as he folded the note and held it close to his chest. <span style="font-style: italic">"Inventions of many kinds, my friend. Something your eyes may never have seen before."</span> Stacy looked at Powland and thought of his recent invention, something the lizard would benefit from. <span style="font-style: italic">"I create explosives, fireworks. Engineered pets, weapons and other items that allows one to conduct a much easier life. One of my recent inventions are these shoes, once worn you can walk on water for a minute or two. As for our friend here..."</span> Stacy looked at the lizard and added with amusement. <span style="font-style: italic">"He seemed to enjoy sitting on branches. I have a special cloak for him which will allow him to deploy a glider and fall slowly for 40 seconds. The glider has some initial thrust and would allow him to turn while falling. The effect can only be repeated every two hours... There is nothing magical about my inventions for I have used no magic."</span> Stacy looked back at Jeremi. <span style="font-style: italic">"And where do you hail from, friend?"</span></span>