Onyx looked to the trapdoor, frowning as he knew he wouldn't be able to fit in it and follow.  He had to watch and wait for what was to come.  That meant he would be alone.<br/><br/>Baron slowly looked over the darker stories, gulping as he couldn't put them down even as they grew all the darker.  He began to see something more in this book.  He slowly leaned back and gently put a hand to the old pages, imagining their  work.  They wanted technology and magic to work.  Was there really such a place where both worked in tune?  Baron silently gulped, then turned the next page.  He was utterly mystified about it.  He could only imagine what would happen if another war showed up and showed this sanity in both happening.  It frightened him, but he was going to get it all.  Every last ounce of mysticism in this book through his head.  He loved old books.  Even if they would frighten him to death.