*Anders*
“Why don’t they hide their riches?” Ansuz asks me as he lifts a necklace and immediately drops it, shaking his hand. I grab it for him and place it in my bag. Silver.
“They want the people here to see their riches,” I tell him. “Sometimes I wonder if they have even better things hidden somewhere, though.”
He looks around the room, crossing to a door on the other side. “Let’s find out.”
“Sword up,” I remind him, following close behind him.
Unafraid of what could be there, he steps inside the dimly lit hall. It is lit, so they must use this often. I grip my sword just a little tighter as we reach a corner, but as we turn, we do not find anyone. A large staircase spirals down, leading to a room full of books. Books that they are copying.
“They have a book about their Go
