"A Runelord," Bjorn began while wetting his lips. "Is something I thought to be lost forever."
The temple grew silent as everyone glanced from Bjorn to Skalr. Confusion and concern swept the room as Ania gazed at the hidden tunnel.
"Runelords were blessed by the gods. They were the first Skardians to be taught the divine language. Or the old words if you prefer." Bjorn coughed as he eyed Skalr. "Their power matched that of demigods. The Runelords were responsible for keeping the peace and protecting Skardia. They were our greatest warriors."
Bjorn glanced at Skalr nervously as he wondered how powerful Skalr really was. 'If things went sideways, would I be able to stand against him?' Bjorn frowned slightly. 'He's past his prime, so I should stand a chance. Besides, there's no telling if it's a bluff. He could have come across a few useful words somewhere. Or maybe his family didn't pass down their entire knowledge.'
