Sometimes, the sheer magnitude of a situation flies out and stands in front of you and you feel like you can't move at all, but, really, you just have to gather your meager tools and start chipping away at the block until you get to where you're going. Of course, you first have to know where that is. The latter part hadn't been a problem for L. Druid, though the former had recently led him to some long bouts of staring blankly at the ceiling wishing he were at the end rather than this spot in the middle that still felt like the beginning.

He was locked, as safe as he supposed he could be, in his room, hidden from sight, protected from magic, closed off from the world, but he could still feel the world looming over him from Kaat'n's occupied halls. The answer was here, somewhere in these books, and it was only a matter of time...but time was not a resource L. Druid confidently held.

He bent his head slightly, trying to find solace in nothing at all. He shivered a bit as the gem in his necklace brushed against the skin on his chest. He pulled out the amulet, held it firmly and closed his eyes, wondering if he could use it to help.

The amulet glowed a little, though he couldn't see it, and it also warmed a little, though he couldn't feel it. Ley opened his eyes and the room was gone. There wasn't really anything in its place, and there wasn't much of a difference in what he saw now then what he saw on the backsides of his eyelids, but there was a noticeable change. He knew that this was a different place. Maybe he'd died suddenly and this was the afterlife, but that didn't feel quite right.

One of the books he hadn't seen before lay open in front of him. He could read it, but he somehow knew what it said. It just all fit, with the book there, he felt like he knew what he was going to read. The only logical conclusion, though it seemed like wholly new information. Hard to describe at all. Impossible to describe exactly. Sort of like learning by osmosis, but regardless. He Knew.

The Xidani. The Ritual. Ley's neck whipped backwards and his room snapped back into place like it had never been gone, but rather like he'd been nestled in the folds of the space inside. He muttered something under his breath, drew a key from his robes and opened a particular drawer. The hilt of a sword lay in there, it's business end broken off. Encrusted in the hilt was a jet black jewel. The Medallion. Ley turned slowly. He held the hilt in one hand and the amulet on his necklace in the other and then he was gone from his room to someplace entirely different.