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The Book of HjurlFinngyr squeezed the bridge of his broad nose to try and ease his headache. He'd spent too many hours staring at these tablets. There were just enough glowstones spread out among the ancient stone tablets to keep him from tripping over one, but not enough to allow for reading. No outside light made it this far into the Ritualist's temple and he had to make do with their feeble light and the resulting headache.
Were the Ritualist's bats? If Daomur gifted them with the ability to enchant the heavy, head-sized circular glowstones to produce light, why couldn't the priests make the effort to have them give off a little more illumination? He wished, not for the first time, open flames were not f*******n near the tablets. What he wouldn't give for a lantern, or some reading
