So they came to read the tales. All came in time. They
shunned the library but found need for it. Yes, when their hearts grew
fond, or cold, when their minds were racing, or mulling, when they looked
for answers, they always came to me. I showed them great wars, perfect
loves, horibble losses, blood curdling screams, lurking beings. I showed
them the best and the worst of our lands, and all they saw were dusty
books.
But... they kept coming...
Argim Toran, Scribe and Historian