The glittering letters swiftly disappeared from the stone pulpit, and new lines began materialising on the wall.
Surprisingly there was a lot of information being displayed – not quite as much as about the king of course, but it was still impressive considering how much more obscure and narrow was the topic.
"How long will it take to compile this into a real book?" Elira asked.
"An hour, maybe two depending on what power source is being used."
"Do it, it's not like we have something better to do anyway."
Calen nodded, took the quill from her and tapped the pulpit four times.
The text left the stone frame once more and started floating in air, but this time they didn't immediately take a form of a book, instead slowly dripping on the pulpit.
"Now we wait." Calen stretched and looked at Elira. "Should we stay or go fo somethig else? It's not like anyone uses this room, the book should be safe."
"You're probably right, but I'd still feel better if we waited here."
