Eight
Revi
Summer 960 MC
Revi Bloom stared into the green fire that made strange shadows dance around the chamber. Beside him, the Saurian, Lily, held a lantern so that he could see the ancient runes.
"A little closer, Lily," he spoke, though if anyone else had been present, they wouldn't have understood.
He had cast the spell of tongues, and now, as he spoke, the chittering sound of the Saurian race fell from his tongue. Lily brought the lantern closer, careful not to upset the book that the mage had propped open on the pedestal.
"Hmmm," Revi muttered, more to himself than to Lily. "This is most interesting. Some of these runes I can understand, but there are at least two here I can't name." He lifted the book, holding it beside the runes. Was that a faint glow he spied? "Douse the
