I of course accepted my second job; information was power, and this old man seemed to be the greatest source of information I could ask for in this world.
"I will be happy to accept, great elder, but I want you to understand that with the construction of Camelot, and everything we need to do in this world, I may not be able to understand those passages of the book to be of help to you..." I told him humbly, showing my fears.
"Bahhhh, don't worry, my people won't leave Athair for a year, and I won't die before 6 months. I don't need you to understand the book and be able to put them into action; I just need you to transcribe them into Vertran... I will teach you a spell to do it..."
"Likewise, there is another precursor that I would like to be also his disciple, I think he will be able to better appreciate the subtleties of magic..." The image of Ronin came to my mind...
