Chapter Two
Mr. Pitren Warvel – Tren, to his many friends – sat alone and disconsolate in the vast library of Glour City. To be precise, he was sitting in a small reading chamber reserved for those with official access to Glour’s hidden store of books: those texts deemed inappropriate for general public borrowing. Fat, musty tomes were stacked in towering piles around his desk, concealing him behind a wall of knowledge. It felt appropriate, for instead of mastering that mountain of academic records and theses, he had been smothered by it.
Sighing, Tren pushed back his chair and turned his head from side to side, trying to loosen the tension in his neck. Two weeks of work, and he, the experienced scholar and able student, had found virtually nothing about the draykons of the past. So litt
