At Thane's pack.
Underground, Beneath the library.
There was a place locked away and sealed for many years. Many have sought it futilely.
A safe. A vault. An impenetrable layout, filled with many locks and entrances, booby-traps, cobwebs and bones of those who tried to steal the seal but was futile because the seal can protect itself and it burned them to ashes even before they had a chance to get close to it, not even close enough to touch it.
There were writings on the pillar, an ancient imprint on it that kept the seal bound to it until the keeper came and took a hold of it.
It was created by the most powerful sorceress of that era and no one had ever been able to break that spell since.
In its airy, greenish mystical bonds likened to a glass bottle—only that it was neither a gl
