"The weavers!" he repeated himself, gazing straight into her eyes, hoping that she would get what he was talking about but her face was still plain as ever.
He sighed and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her closer to the runes that were spread across the walls of the tower.
"These runes were placed and created by the endless before us," he pointed at the markings carved into the walls. She wondered why they didn't put them in a book or something easier to decipher. These runes looked like it would take one centuries to understand them. And besides, she never liked rune magic anyway.
"Some are powerful spells that could be very dangerous in the wrong hands, and well, the rest are warnings and information on the other realms that exist in this universe."
He continued.
"Okay, then who are the weavers?"
