Brotherhood's Factions
"Fascinating, eh?" Krummor looked at the raven-haired youth with an amused expression. "Let me tell you, boy, many Magi in the Brotherhood have tried to decipher the texts in our founder's journal, but none have succeeded."
His lips curled up into a taunting smirk. "What makes you think you can?"
Adam shrugged. "If I never try, I'll never know."
However, inwardly he was thinking in ridicule, Heh, old dwarf, even if you put those journals upside down in front of me, I'd still be able to 'decipher' them.
"Hmm." Krummor took another long puff from his pipe.
Exhaling the smoke to the side, he glanced at Adam and stated, "The things you seek require a lot of merit. It would take you years, decades even, to accumulate such contribution points before you can get your hands on those journals again.