Emerald didn't sleep really that night.
The words from the message kept running through her mind like a broken record: I have everything I need. Game on.
By the time the sun peeked through the curtains the next morning, she was already dressed and out the door.
If Darius or anyone wasn't going to tell her what she needed to know, then she'd find it herself, even if she had to dig it out.
She walked down to the library located under the eastern tower. The archives were filled with centuries-old scrolls, books, and tomes that hadn't been touched in decades. She wondered if anyone even remembered the information stored on these shelves.
She didn't stop to greet anyone, or even wait for tea or breakfast. She just went straight to the lower stacks, eyes scanning the walls.
The keyword was stone. Or maybe legacy? Or moonstone?
She started pulling anything remotely relevant.
Three hours later, she surrounded herself with a pile of old texts, but she had hardly made any progress.
