Prim gathered up the thick, old book, the width so large that she had to wrap it up in her arms and hold it to her chest as she carried it to a bare, equally antiqued table. The thin layer of dust on the dark wood proved that nobody had bothered to come up to the top portion of the library and read in some time.
The trio stood hovering over it, not worried about even sitting down the she wolf opened the stiff cover with a creak, slipping through the yellow pages.
"How are you going to find what you're looking for?" Asta asked in a hushed, but worried whisper.
The book was so large, the impeccable hand script small and meticulous. Drawings of leaves, crops, food ruining insects, with all the information that had ever been gathered about them was on each page. Diagrams explained how to create irrigation systems even when the local creeks and lakes were low from drought.
