"Hmpf," Erkembalt snorted, snatching the bottle from his friend and pouring another cup for himself. "You don't know what's in the vaults. No one does. Once something is lowered into the vault, all records of it are destroyed. For all we know, it's the same five ideas, locked away every time someone discovers them and we all panic."
"I might have agreed with you once," Aspakos said. "But things haven't been the same for more than fifteen years now. The first tumblers all fell together, just as the records said, and the second tumblers are moving much faster than the first. We may only have a few years before the first vault opens."
