[h1][b][i][color=#FF0000][center]Guthrie [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[center][color=#FF0000]Location:[/color] Barracks
[color=#FF0000]Interacting with:[/color] The Twins, Vamon, the guards and Nevan[/center]
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Guthrie catched the book Nevan threw at him with surprisingly ease, his arm - and whole body for that matter - standing just as relaxed as his arm stretched out in the air to catch it. His hand gripped it firmly as it landed in his hand with a low [b]thud[/b]. His face also seemed to be as firm as his hand was, his brows curled down into a stern look, and his smile now gone. Guthrie held the book out in front of him, his eyes looking over its leather bound surface and open pages that lay in front of him. A quiet sigh escaped from his lips. 

He couldn't read it. He didn't know how. 

With Nevan out of the room, Guthrie skimmed through the pages in a quick fashion, looking for anything in it that actually could help him. More specifically, pictures. But to his great dismay, only finely written words had been written into the book. [color=#FF0000]"Damn the gods..."[/color] Guthrie muttered, closing the book with a loud [b]clap[/b] and just about to put it back where Nevan had found it. The voices of Sala, Vala and Vamon however made his min realize what the twins had asked about. [color=#FF0000]"I usually make good old torches from a lot of what I find out in the caves. Spider webs, plants and mushrooms, animal fat...sometimes my hair or Theo's."[/color]