Commander Braghaman Larethian

Further Research

Banagan sat quietly in the library, but anyone who watched him for any length of time would have seen that he was uneasy. The young man would regularly look around the room, or would glance at people out of the corner of his eye as they walked by. But to the casual observer, he was just another neatly dressed person wearing a plain white tunic with a vest over top and plan leather trousers. 

Sitting on the table next to him were several books haphazardly stacked. As he finished his latest tome, he shut it quietly and set it on the stack. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands.

“Nothing,” he muttered to himself. “Just a plain Cathedral crest.”

Banny looked at the few remaining books on the table that he hadn’t opened yet. Leaning back in his chair, he reached back and started to rub the muscles in his neck and shoulder.

“I’m getting nowhere here. I’ve got no clue who this thing was or even when he was alive.”

He let out another sigh before sliding his chair back from the table. Carefully, he stacked the books and then lifted them up. He carried the stack to a table near the front of the room, next to one of the librarians and gently set it down.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” the librarian asked in a hushed voice.

“Unfortunately, no.”

“Could I assist in your search.”

“I don’t think so,” Banny answered. “I’m afraid I’ll just need to go to the source to find the answers I need.”

“Well, good luck then, sir.”

“Thank you,” Banagan said as he walked out of the library. “I’ll probably need it.”