Bab 383: Appraisal 3

When the light of the warp faded, Aldrich found himself in the familiar space of Medula's library. Specifically, around a rectangular work table fashioned from stone and studded with magic crystals that probably supported a variety of functions.

"Let us begin appraising this quaint item of yours." Medula snapped her fingers, and her coat jacket materialized around her. She dragged her hands across her eyes, materializing red tinted glasses. "Place it upon the table."

"I'll let you handle this," said Aldrich, nodding to Fler'Gan.

"It will be a pleasure." Fler'Gan took the case and gently placed it on the table. It was already coded to his voice at this point, giving him free reign over it.

Which was good, because Aldrich did not actually have the time to be poring through the journal. Not when he had the Blackwater raid to prep for in just a few days. But this was the perk of having a dedicated researcher on the team.

Might as well use it.