He remembered the very first night, in the Tower's top floor at Van Dijk's study, stumbling through Algad's sentences as if they were a foreign tongue, and the pain that followed with each word he read. he was somehow expected to already know. Since then, the name had gathered shadows. It was there, but not everywhere. You found Algad where the world forgot to lock the door.
After having done some research and asked about him a few days ago Ludwig learned a few truths.
The inquiries had drawn thin smiles and turned backs. Truth travels slower when it's been burnt before. But enough scraps had clung to rumor to assemble a picture.
A whole collection of Hcil Algad was deemed too dangerous for the public, and was branded as heretic and dark knowledge. Making them incredibly hard to obtain as they were burnt to a crisp.
