Remember that you will die or the memory of the dead?
CUT OFF: The Gnomish flying city of Serraine, a few weeks after the fall of Glimreen Lodestar
The chubby white bearded gnome, dressed in a multi-colored tunic, was very uneasy: the acrid smell was horrible, even without knowing its source. Useful fella, the druj, at least to kill tome-eater vermin with its unnatural poison, but the smell afterwards is really horrible, even after hours of forced air ventilation – he thought, repressing a gag – I really can’t stand it! What will it want with me?
He stopped in front of the heavily inlaid mahogany door, held his breath, and fought his uneasiness, readying himself with a raised fist, before to knock.
“COME”, said a cold voice.
Feeling even more anxious, he silently entered – an undead life-sensing trick, no doubt.
“AH YES, LIBRARIAN!” – the unblinking empty eye sockets of the skull druj were filled with a disturbing red light, reflecting itself upon the shiny magical golden tooth.
“Here I am, Chief Librarian, how may I be of service?” – said the librarian, with shaking knees.
“SOMETHING IS BOTHERING ME AS OF LATE.” – the levitating skull turned away from an old musty tome to fully acknowledge his guest, not relieved at all by this sign of good manners.
“Please do elaborate, Master.” – something bothering a DEAD THING, my goodness and by Garl Glittergold’s blessed beard, I am not sure I want to know!
“YES, I SEEM TO RECALL SOMEONE HERE, A FEW WEEKS AGO, SOMEONE THAT IS NOT HERE ANYMORE. YOUNG, GNOME, ALMOST NO BEARD, ALWAYS IN HISTORY SECTION.”
“Wha … um, Master, do you mean Glimreen, Glimreen Lodestar?” – well how is it even possible? Can it forget something? Something like that?
“ … NAME STRIKES A CHORD.”
“I … am not sure … Master, are you feeling well, or unwell or … I don’t even know what to say … is this a test? Glimreen, pour guy, a young gnome falling out of the border of the city in that accident, a few weeks ago … he was an apprentice of yours. The FPFF … the Fall Preventing Force Field had a strange failure that day, only for a few seconds but unfortunately it was enough … You had him declared dead yourself!”
“AH … YES. GOOD …” – HOW VERY STRANGE AND UNUSUAL! SOMETHING TAMPERED WITH MY MEMORY? AND MAYBE WITH THE FORCE FIELD TOO … INTERESTING MYSTERY, I SHALL INVESTIGATE.
“Is there something else, Chief Librarian?”
“YES. ASK FOR A MEETING WITH MASTER CRAFTSMAN SKYRATCHET, AT HIS EARLY CONVENIENCE. YOU MAY GO.”
“Yes, Master” – the librarian quickly went out of Matazumi’s office and closed the door, still stunned by the conversation … he didn’t even feel the poison remnants’ smell while he quickly went back to his chores.