Cyrus leaned against an old twisted oak tree with his breathing slightly ragged from the quick sprint to find cover. He scanned the nearby area and when he was confident that no one knew he was there besides the animals of the forest he sat down and took out the book and writing utensils. Flipping to the page he wrote on he saw inky blots swirl into existence. After a few seconds they formed words. Some of them he understood. Others not so much.

Dipping the quill into the inkwell once more he placed the tip on the page and paused. Thinking for just a second on what to write. "* I know not what magic this is. Nor what 'brand' you are speaking of. However if you can shed light on this books power I would be most intrigued and enlightened. *"

He paused as he saw a question write itself on the page before getting a line crossed through it. "* The Duke betrayed our king...No my king. I know not your loyalty mysterious apparition . He was killed for his transgressions.*" He wiped the ink off after making a small symbol that looked like a runic cross at the end of his entry. Snapping the book closed he glanced around as he heard voices. Cursing to himself he grabbed the inkwell and scaled the tree with relative ease, perching himself on one of the higher branches to avoid detection. After getting as comfy as he could he took the book back out and laid it out on his lap, waiting for the next spring of magic to happen.