"I have no records of arch mages from any era but antiquity." Arlo says. He stands up, crossing over to one of the nearby shelves. "The War of the Tear erased more than just kingdoms and cities. It erased knowledge. A lot of knowledge."
He runs his finger along the spines of the books, and then he pulls one out.
It's a large, leather-bound book, with no title on the cover.
He carries it back to the desk and sets it down with a thud. He opens it, and the pages are filled with maps and diagrams, along with neat, handwritten notes.
"These are all the records I have of the wizards and magic-users who lived in this region before the war." He says, his voice quiet. "There are no arch mages listed."
Lucas leans forward, his eyes scanning the pages. "I guess it wouldn't be so easy, would it?"
I cross my arms.
