With the slightly satisfying sound of crinkling parchment, Ohmen drags those scroll’s he had purchased onto a side desk before leaning his staff against the wall and clearing some space in the centre of the room. Taking a deep breath just as the scent of sage begins to waft over, Ohmen sits against the cool floor, his muscles aching.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out… He would help Izema organise the workings and efforts later, besides, for now he seemed to have this handled, but more importantly needed to get rest.
That was until Wisdom’s voice, and a particularly sharp peck from the birds beak drags him back from meditation…
Wisdom had been perched upon one of the higher towers. A respite from the toils of men below, partnered with a view that stretched as far as the inquisitive eye could see. Whilst Ohmen had incense and silence, Wisdom had the gentle warm breeze to filter through his feathers and the perfect vantage point to not only see, but also hear all below. That's when Ohmen’s name was called out below.
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Coughing on the now burning scent, Ohmen turns to Wisdom, the raven hopping back slightly as his eyes flash open, a slightly fulfilled clarity and motivation within them.
‘Wisdom?’
the Wizard speaks quitly, only to be answered once more by his name being called out far off…
Standing up quickly, almost too fast as to make him dizzy combined with the stinging sensation of sage, Ohmen holds up both hands. In a fluid motion his garments shift once more into a lengthy cloak, its coils of fabric wrapping around him as if it were a serpent as he leaves the room, a trail of incense vapour spilling out behind like the tendrils of some eldritch beast.
Entering the outside air, with but a look Ohmen can see the group of 3, Izema, Shiro and Drakk gathered around
Informed by Shiro, Ohmen reads the scroll's title. And as his finger skims over the words ‘The Raven walker.’ Wisdom grunts, the bird studying its every element.
Running his own magic across it, Ohmen speaks firmly. ‘Suspicious.. Whoever, Or whatever made this wanted to make sure we were all gathered to open it.. Why all the effort to keep the information stored within sealed?”
‘I have my wits, and I have my hand, and partnered with them my doubts.’
Ohmen looks to wisdom, the bird leaning in to study the handwritings cursive, before turning to him ‘Free the knowledge inside. Break its chains, Open the s-seal Ohmen.’
Glancing at the others and then to the sky, the changeling places his hand onto the scrolls humming surface,