Restrictions

Eiro flipped through the pages carefully, making sure to attain as much knowledge from the book as he could. He was so deeply concentrating that his perception of the surroundings was even slipping from him. Of course he created a duplicate in his mind to take over this task, since he didn't want to take the risk of not knowing what was happening around him, but it was the first time in a while that he hadn't made sure to do it himself.

And while Eiro was reading, literally pulling in the information on these pages through his fingertips, Partax and Armodeus stood at the edge of the workshop. The Elder Dwarf tapped his foot on the ground three times, and looked at his old friend and companion with a frown, "Why did you give them to him? Those books are your life, you would rather die than let someone you don't approve of even glance at them."