Black Ice

You guys are so fast, damn it.

In the library, Theochar met the old man John, who had always been there and helped members of the order find the necessary material.

-Good evening, - the mage addressed the old man, - I would like to know if those translations I ordered a week ago have arrived? Do you remember, from the Tirian language?
Theochar knew that the order's library was constantly being replenished and still hoped to read the contents of the magical book that had fallen into his hands.
"-Okay, if the translations still aren't ready, I'll have to go on some kind of quest..." - the mage thought. "-I can't just sit here doing nothing."