Arthur and Aziel talked for a bit whilst Lara and her group studied the pages. The blue candlelight flickered across their faces as they spoke, casting elongated shadows against the stone walls that seemed to dance with each word exchanged.
Eventually, as their conversation lulled, Arthur's restless curiosity pulled him back to exploring the laboratory. He wandered among the tables and shelves, trailing his fingers carefully over ancient equipment, feeling the grit of centuries-old dust beneath his fingertips. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, dried herbs, and something metallic that tickled the back of his throat.
