Wolfe sat at the table in his room with a collection of books open in front of him and the damaged crystal that he had gained from the merchant's guard sitting in the middle.
That was his goal for the day, to learn what was in the crystal. It could be nothing useful, or a dry technical tome, or it could be a repertoire of spells. There was nothing on the outside to tell the crystals apart, so he just had to hope for the best and that the damaged part didn't cause the crystal to be unusable.
With the faintest hint of mana, Wolfe activated the crystal, sending a flood of information into his mind that took him a moment to even begin to sort.
[Welcome to the annals of the Carib Family's fourth branch descendants.] The crystal informed him, and Wolfe resigned himself to not gaining much of use from the historical records.
