September 13, 794 - Talismanian Reckoning
Three weeks passed in relative obscurity, and Aerlin quickly took to the work of an ordertaker for the Inn. To their credit, Edgir and Em asked few questions about her past, and she did not offer much up for them. They simply adopted her as the daughter they'd never had, and allowed her the privacy she wanted and deserved.
Still, each night after her work was done, she retreated to her room and avoided company, attempting again and again in vain to find a way to open the book. She dared not take it outside, for fear that someone might mistake it for a quick prize to redeem to the highest bidder. Repeated efforts yielded poor results, and Aerlin was as close to opening it as she had been when she first received it.
The night was fully dark outside, and she had just changed into her night clothes when a small knock came at her door.
"Aerlin? May I come in for a moment?" It was Em's voice. The kindly lady had been a frequent guest in her room, a shoulder for Aerlin to cry on, and a person she could confide in if she so chose.
"Of course, Em. Please do."
Em's curly gray hair floated around her head, and she too had prepared herself for a night's sleep. The mild look of concern on her face cued Aerlin that something was amiss.
"I'm sorry to bother you so late at night, but we've just had a visitor, and he wishes to speak with you. I wanted to give you warning, though. He's big and rather well armed, but polite. He says his name is Maraxus." Aerlin suddenly gasped.
"Maraxus! By the gods, please take me to him."