An indignant mistress walked along the hallways of her palace. Raelia had gotten nothing but vague clues out of the Decamod. Her mind was filled with information but it was in shambles, it would take a while for her brain to filter Decamod's magical stream injected in to her brain.
“That cursed book” her angry muttering reverberated through the corridors as she made her way up from the vaults that held the library and the ancient book she had consulted. But nobody heard her, for she was using pathways of the palace that very few of its dwellers knew about. There were secret passages everywhere built in its thick walls and structures, reaching everywhere around Thraewnys. Raelia used these passages very frequently and knew them inside out. As she slipped into yet another corridor from behind a curtain hiding the passage, she was fervently going over in her mind what the book had told her. Or what she thought it said at least, in terms close to her own language.
And thou shall find the defeat of the great demon by a waving plain. The one who carries the relic shall yield thee victory. None without the blessed item shall pass the dragon’s lair. Through victory the apostate shall be perished.
“By demons, what is that waving plain?”, she snapped out aloud. “And what is the blessed item?” Raelia clambered on up the stairs towards her chamber. Options, options…those she had a few. Certainly she would need time to decode Decamod's whispers. The book would no be closed for another lifetime – if she only could understand the message from the hints it gave, she would have more authority against the book and would be able to get more information out of it te next time. And could that dragon, Bathalá, still be alive? Thoughts raced in her mind as she clambered the final steps and arrived to the door. For a moment she thought about how hard she would strike the dragon if it were alive still, and how that creature, considered divine by many, would perish under her full onslaught. She paused on the threshold and smiled to herself, savoring the thought. Then she opened the door and stepped into her chamber.