They paused at a bookshelf, Kiki waited and listened as Jigano continued the story. He explained how the outlanders had changed the game, coming with their magic and weapons and experience, and specific band from Northaven. He'd heard this name before, Phoebe was from there he thought, and maybe a few other's he'd befriended. The Northavener's were spoken of in a tone of faint disfavor, Jigano stressed the arrogance of their actions and Killian wondered if that earlier expression at the mention of Phoebe had anything to do with this.
The story ended bittersweet, with the spire demon being vanquished (something Killian felt was a victory), but the tensions between the Outlanders and the Naturals coming to a head. Come to think of it, Killian didn't think he'd been acquainted with many Naturals, and this might be the reason. It was frustrating actually, to know that this rift could affect his path in this world. He hoped it wouldn't though.
They reached the far wall, Jigano held his hand to the chipping stone and turned to face Killian. A soft smile pulled at his lips, "No! Not boring, just kind of sucks huh?" He replied with a shrug. Now that the west wall was reached, they had walked the perimeter and explored most of the chamber, which was much longer than expected. The area around them was illuminated with a pale yellow light, and while there was nothing completely in range he could see a vague outline of something more towards the corner of the room.
He started towards it, turning over his shoulder to beckon Jigano. The light soon shone upon a collapsed shelf, but shrouded in the rubble was a small broken chest. Where time and perhaps falling debris had struck it, half the lid and adjacent side was a splintered hole, whatever was inside could still be intact but was unfortunately exposed to the effects.
