Kain gawked at the twin towers of books. "You're joking."
"Wish I was," Benji said with a pained chuckle, seeming to be briefly lost in his own tearful memories. "But nope. This is your bread and butter as a Pathfinder. Ancient languages, knowledge on extinct spiritual creatures and plants that may reappear in relics, important historical events and figures, sigils, notes from past missions, the works. If you don't know what you're dealing with in a relic, you're toast."
Kain slumped into a nearby chair, staring at the mountain of knowledge. "This is insane. Why am I having to study more here than ever do in school…"
Kain rubbed his temples as he slumped even lower into the chair, unwilling to even look at the books, already feeling overwhelmed and preferring to stay in denial.
Benji smirked and gave Kain a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Welcome to the Pathfinders, Kain. The relics may be dangerous, but the homework is the real killer."
