The Life of a Wanderer

Issac sat queitly under a tree far into the desert watching Flint try to catch a kangaroo mouse.

He sighed to him self and said "How much longer to we have to wait here Flint?"

"Untill are contact arrives with the information on you-know-what" he replies as he trips and falls on his back and a he makes a noise of that sounded like a sqeek but Issac new other wise that it was his cry of frustration.

"Well he better get here soon or I'm going to leave and find someone else to help us"

"Who?"

"I don't know, a scholar maybe, but lets hope this one will actually help us"

::A wandering Monk sees the stranger, but he is far too busy to stop, so he rushes past, cradling a blood-red book in his arms. On the book's face, the name Gaia in Ionian glows brightly.::

"Forgive me, but I am in a hurry."

::The monk turns and runs away, looking back at the stranger with frightened eyes.::

Isaac stands to his feet and says "We follow that man" and he follows him untill he reaches the Library and he quietly slips inside.

((now move to Iona to post in the Great Library))