[center][color=00ff00][h3]Abbot Andrew[/h3][/color][/center]

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The abbot smiled as Master Brom came in with the captain’s hat. He was still eating with an appetite that he had not had for days. He waved for the man to sit and have something to drink and eat if he wanted. 
[color=00ff00]”My patients are doing much better today,” he said. Then getting up he moved to a stack of books and pulled the second book out from the bottom. A thin bladed knife was being used as a bookmark, placed not to crack the binding. He brought the book to the table, [color=00ff00]”I might be of some use at the mine, if you have samples of the ore you are looking for.”[/color] With a single motion the knife was back in his arm sheath. 
It was an obscure prayer and on the side of the page written in Dwarven was a description of what the prayer did. The language was ancient and Andrew could not read it with out the help of the saints. He would work on that after the thieves meeting. 

Most of his library of books were old. Someone had deemed them to be antiquity and not worth saving. Andrew had gone through them. There was a ancient Dwarven book that had illustrations of dragons. An elven prayer book, that had a beautiful dedication service for a temple that he wanted to modify. There were books of different prayers. A book about birds with illustrations. Another about rocks. Many of them he had been collecting since he was a novice. To be honest, most of the books he stole to keep them from being burned. 

He sat back down to let Brom talk about what he came to talk about.