Divine Journey

Anpaytu climbed into the writing desk.

The desk drawer contained many letters, but most of them, or rather, all except one, were written in a language that Anpaytu did not know. The last one read:
"Do not be surprised by this letter: no one can hide from the all-seeing eye of a person who trades in information. Finding you was not easy, but not impossible. But you can rest assured - I am not interested in you, but in what belongs to you. As far as I know, before you left Lunarion, you managed to steal, or rather, take from the corpse of the monarch you killed, a royal relic that had been passed down from generation to generation to the ruling king. Of course, I am talking about the Lunar Shield. I offer you eighty thousand imperial coins for it. I think you will understand if I do not reveal my name. My man will be waiting in Gallegos. This territory is neutral; neither the empires nor Lunarion will be able to reach you there."
The letter was signed with the year 898.

"Hmm, maybe there's something about potions here? That would be very helpful."
Reynold began searching the shelves for books that could help him identify the type of potions in the laboratory.

Nokou also started looking for books, although he was more interested in those related to teleportation, if any existed.

No matter which book Reynold and Nokou picked up, the language of the texts was incomprehensible to them.

The elf approached the shield and examined it.

The exquisite shield gleamed, emitting a blue glow in the sparse rays of light penetrating the building, and resembled more a part of ceremonial armor than combat armor.

May began examining the floor and the table in search of something to draw with, such as ink or charcoal.

There was an inkwell in the desk.