The book seemed impossible. Fendros stood reading for a long while. Two chapters later and he sat down at Meesei's desk to read more. The underground lighting and near-silence of the night left him undisturbed until, through his nodding off, the folded note fell to the floor.

Fendros picked it up, read it, and let his head bow forward, soundlessly chuckling to himself. He could suppose Meesei would not have bothered with her warning if she had intended to give him a glimpse into the future. But that there was nothing else she had seen fit to mention was a comfort.

He ran his thumb over the torn page edges still clinging to the binding. It [i]had[/i] been quite the tale over these long years. What he did not expect was to feel a little excited anticipation at what might come next.

He faintly heard another packmate waking and preparing for the day when he drifted off to sleep in his chair.