A few days before the conflict…
In the dim and somber confines of the dusty library, three figures stood in silence, their attention absorbed by the tomes cradled in their hands.
Among them was a thin, pallid young boy, his features softened by the muted light filtering through the cobweb-laden windows. Beside him stood a dark-haired half-elf, her elven heritage evident in the pointed ears peeking through her hair. And at the forefront loomed a handsome elf, towering over the others with an air of authority and wisdom that belied his youth
Suddenly the silence died when the pale boy hissed in frustration, hurling the book from his grasp with a burst of anger. Despite their efforts, Arthur and his companions had come up empty-handed, unable to uncover any leads within the dusty tomes that littered the library's shelves.
