Chapter 4, The Book of the Crescents
Jessie sat on a log right outside of the castle walls; she had hung up her black coat on the limb of a tree, and sat reading the thick leather bound book. "What's it about?" Matt asked, "Nothing new, I learned most of it in the academy." She said, Matt leaned over her shoulder and saw complex diagrams and neat, loopy handwriting. "This is the oldest part of the book, it's a good 400 years old." She said, "Who wrote it?" Matt asked, "Well, every owner has added at least one chapter." She said, "Will you add a chapter?" Matt asked, "Maybe later." She said, Jessie stood up and put her coat on, "We should head in, it's getting dark." "Yeah, is there anywhere to get something to eat?" Matt asked, "Sure, there's a pub down the street." She said, they passed many buildings, until they came upon a shop, "Give me a second, she said, as she walked into the store, Matt followed her in. "This is the Alexandria fur shop, here you can sell the spoils of the fights you get into." She said, behind the counter a toothless old man sat smiling, "How can I help you." He said, Jessie emptied her pockets onto the counter, onto it she put about ten pounds of shining metal, and pulled a bag of furs out of her coat, "Yesh, myshmil, yesh." He muttered, "Fursh too." "Myshmil?" Matt inquired, "He means Mythril, its light as a feather, and harder than a dragon's hide." She said, "Yesh that's 5000 gil for the Myshmil, and 1000 for the fursh." He said as he handed over the money, "Thanks Mr. Mckay." She said, "Bye Mish Creshent." He said, then Matt and Jessie left, but before they left the shop she handed him 1000 gil, "This is from that Mu you killed." She said, "Thanks." Matt said. They walked down the Alexandrian street and into the pub where they stayed, ate and talked, and in the end they promised to meet the next morning at the front gate.
Jessie sat on a log right outside of the castle walls; she had hung up her black coat on the limb of a tree, and sat reading the thick leather bound book. "What's it about?" Matt asked, "Nothing new, I learned most of it in the academy." She said, Matt leaned over her shoulder and saw complex diagrams and neat, loopy handwriting. "This is the oldest part of the book, it's a good 400 years old." She said, "Who wrote it?" Matt asked, "Well, every owner has added at least one chapter." She said, "Will you add a chapter?" Matt asked, "Maybe later." She said, Jessie stood up and put her coat on, "We should head in, it's getting dark." "Yeah, is there anywhere to get something to eat?" Matt asked, "Sure, there's a pub down the street." She said, they passed many buildings, until they came upon a shop, "Give me a second, she said, as she walked into the store, Matt followed her in. "This is the Alexandria fur shop, here you can sell the spoils of the fights you get into." She said, behind the counter a toothless old man sat smiling, "How can I help you." He said, Jessie emptied her pockets onto the counter, onto it she put about ten pounds of shining metal, and pulled a bag of furs out of her coat, "Yesh, myshmil, yesh." He muttered, "Fursh too." "Myshmil?" Matt inquired, "He means Mythril, its light as a feather, and harder than a dragon's hide." She said, "Yesh that's 5000 gil for the Myshmil, and 1000 for the fursh." He said as he handed over the money, "Thanks Mr. Mckay." She said, "Bye Mish Creshent." He said, then Matt and Jessie left, but before they left the shop she handed him 1000 gil, "This is from that Mu you killed." She said, "Thanks." Matt said. They walked down the Alexandrian street and into the pub where they stayed, ate and talked, and in the end they promised to meet the next morning at the front gate.