Quentan returned shortly with a book and looked up at the old elf, "Ye wants ta kno' 'bout th' knights o' Ozem?" He hefted a book, his thick finger stuck between pages, "Tis ah quick summary, but gives ye sumthin' ta work wit."<br/><br/>He opened the book and ran his eyes over it, "Tis still kickin' 'bout 'n northwestern parts o' the country... 'n ah place called Virlych County, ta start wit'." He looked further down the page, "Theys fought 'n th' Shinin' Crusadesahganst Tar-Baphan.... an' gots th' buildin' of Gallowspire built." He looked up again as he snapped the book closed. "Tis jest ah quick look... prolly mur ta be seen wit' mur time.<br/><br/>He turned back to return the book and paused, "Meself wuld haf ta see th' armor, bet ah good place ta work an' meslef culd resize et... oh curse, if'n tis magical, et shuld be resizin' etself fer the owner."