[b]"Bah!Don't sell this party short. No monsters would stand a chance with people like us around. Hahaha!" 
[/b]

It was hard to discern whether Vesemir was missing the joke, or he had an equally terrible sense of humor. 

He accepted the crystal and whispered a word of magic into it, and lo! another beacon activated, like the first light of the dawn that erased shadow with its ray. 

Entering the room again, Vesemir placed the crystal on one of the three arms of what looked like a golden candelabrum, and let the room be illuminated by reflections of light from a familiar crystal lamp on the ceiling. At first glance, the room looked more like a small gallery than a workshop, it was less spacious than the library, but somehow roomier with minimal cluttering; only a few notable collections could be seen, and they were either displayed on glass cases or seated on pedestals. 

But somehow, the archeologist was more attached to another sealed door near the entrance, where a ray of light manifested right in front of the doorway. It took the form of a humanoid entity, and its sudden presence alerted both Gray and Vesemir, who respectively drew their weapon and stumbled backward in surprise. 

Gray initially thought it was one of those lingering phantoms, but after tracking the source of light that powers the curious display, it apparently isn't. 

The 'it' was taking the form of a finely dressed man, wearing a fancy feathered hat and an elaborate robe. Initially, the holographic entity did not show any expression, but then, his empty eyes shifted to Vesemir and gave him a curious look. 

[color=fff79a][b][i]"Mae Govanen!"[/i][/b][/color] said the translucent being. [color=fff79a][i][b]"I don't recognize you and it has been... 1554 years since Silva, my human apprentice last visited. So you must be a party of intellects and able-bodieds in a quest for treasure. There is no shame in that, whatever is in this room, the dead don't need them."[/b]
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His well-shaped eyebrows scowled as though he was having a headache, and she spoke in a rather pitying voice. [color=fff79a]"[b]But I must advise you to not go beyond this door. This is a personal chamber, you see. The place where I rest when the fatigue has been too unbearable, and I still rest there and wish no disturbance. I hope you can understand." [/b][/color]

Then, like a snuffed-out flame, the holographic man disappeared. Vesemire looked to his left and right, and Gray did the same: checking every gap and trapdoor, lest there be traps and contraptions suddenly sprung open. They found none. 

[b]"Relax… it seems whoever or whatever assuming the form of Theriadore had no ill intent."[/b]

After saying that the monocled elf turned back, heeding the warning, and continued to browse the rest of the exhibits displayed. 

There was a bow hung on the north wall. Made of silverish material, it had minimal markings, save for some unordinary-looking feathers attached to its string.  Before it was an empty display case made of enchanted glass, but it was empty, despite being locked tight. 

Right on the opposite wall was another transparent display containing an exquisite-looking partisan. Its head looked like it was made of polished blued steel with short protrusions on its sides. The metalwork continued to its pole, which looked like it was made of a combination of stainless metal and ivory. Some battle markings and stains could be observed both on its blade and pole, but they were insignificant. 

On the west, flanked by a chair and a cupboard full of books was a stone pedestal, which atop it rested an iron chest that was half opened.  

[b]"Good Lord, look at that! It looks like what we are looking for." [/b]

Inside that box was a tubular container made of embellished wood. When the Archeologists walked forth to claim it, that holographic entity showed up again, this time sitting on the chair next to the pedestal. 

[color=fff79a][b][i]"I assume you pick that up with a reason. Otherwise, it would be nothing but a deadweight for you." [/i][/b][/color]Despite its roundabout fashion of saying things, the expression of [i]unreal[/i] Theridaore feigned a deep concern. [color=fff79a][b][i]"It was created for one and only purpose. And if its service is needed again, then my biggest fear has come into being. It's such a terrible fate that she has to endure a thousand years of restlessness. I hope your efforts will put an end to her misery".[/i][/b][/color]

And then the image was gone again.  

Clutching the tubular container close to his chest, Vesemir maintained a dignified poise as he walked out of that chamber. In the Library the archeologist immediately found himself a large table, where the container would have its lid opened. 

Taking a quick glance at Roxas, Vesemir smiled to himself as he watched her selflessly helping others. [i]"With this, we will fight off the shadow... It will be a walk in a park afterwards"[/i] 

It looked like ordinary parchment when he unrolled it, but the words written on it were unmistakenly powerful: they glowed in gold when Vesemir placed his index finger and muttered verses written on it, and then around him, particles of light started to form. They multiplied and fluttered around, like a lucid plume of light, and the glow they radiated rivaled the refraction of light from the crystal lamp above; it filled the entire library and the additional room where this powerful scroll was taken from. 

Everyone in both rooms would notice that they were bathed in a soft glow, before finally the spell faded, and the particles of light started to disappear.