The warforged looked at Moltaris and blinked a couple of times, then he smiled widlely

"Oohh you see? A young woman capable of pronounce correctly all the words, not like all that nonsense everyone speaks nowadays. Dranonshards and Ancient Gods... but yes of course my dear. Dragonshards documentation are in Sector A Shelfs X to XXXCX. Ancient Gods are on Sector C Section 4 Shelfs I to XV. May I see your library memebership tablet please? "

Kyne rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a stupid grin.

"I'm afraid we aren't members - yet. How do we sign up?"

" No no no... you don't need to go to the port anymore. You need to show me your library memebership table... " 

Having heard they were on the way to the library, Dworic grabbed his hot coffee and chugged it down as he rushed back upstairs to get dressed and meet them there.
A few moments after the rest of the party arrived Dworic makes his way in still zipping up the fly of his pants. He enters and hears Kyne telling the librarian that they aren't members and her comes up behind the elf taps his shoulder and says, "Ay'm wif dem too. An' Ay'm in needin' uf a membership as Weill." (I'm with them. And I'm in needing of a membership as well.)

“As I said “ replies the warforged to Dworic “ the port is by lake-side”

Molly sighs and waves for the others to hush. "We are not members yet, master librarian - how do we acquire one of these membership tablets for our scholar?" she speaks and send simultaneously, while gesturing to Seb'riel.

      Hurosk reluctantly follows along. Not sure where else to go in the new town, he resigns himself to joining the others at the library. Approaching the ornate building, the backwater hunter is struck by it's beauty of the building. He slows his pace up the steps while he takes in the sight. "Not sure what I can do you help out here," he comments stepping inside. "I suppose finding books is easier than tracking down someone."

     He stands back and watches the exchange between the others and the warforged with the amusement. "We already have our boat registered," he offers to the clerk, chuckling to himself. 

“Well my dear” he replies to Moltaris obviously delighted that he can “hear” her. “For a year membership is a fee of 250 gold pieces, 1000 if you want complete access to all sections, please note that acces to some sections or particular tomes could requiere special permits by a Master Librarian. You could, however, take a 15 gold pass for a week. This not include restricted sections. “ 

He then turns to Hurosk, obviously confused now.

”Well I cannot help you with that. You could ask for a construction permit at the masonry guild I guess”   

Shallan covers her mouth trying not to laugh. 

Seb'riel who had been stood aside, watching with boredom now turns to slight frustration. "May I *Suggest* we cut the charade and jump to the part where you name the lowest possible price for us having full access for a week so that my brother can pay you and I can get to work and you can help us out in any way you can?"

The warforged turns surprised to Seb, his face revealing how confused he was.

"Well... as I said the port is at lake side. I cannot help you with that..." 

"Ehem... excuse me... may I help you? " 

A tall male with a purple tunic that covers his slender body from the shoulders to his feet approaches the group. The tunic has a hood but the figure wasn't wearing it. The party can see that he was bald and his skin was blue. His eyes were golden and looked towards them from 7 feet high. 

The warforged says 

"Oh High Librarian Wrent. I am confused by this foreingers. I am trying to help but I am not sure if they want to register a galley, the builder's guild or some books... I can only understand this lovely lady here, the rest... " he raises his hands in frustation. 

The tall man raises his hands, calming the warforged. 

"I am pretty sure that you have done all you can for them Larthdal. I'll take it from here. " he says with a smile. The warforged nods thankfully and the High Librarian takes them some steps apart the desk. 

" You'll have to excuse our diligent Larthdal. He was one of our most renowed librarians, but suffered from a strange seizure during the Day of Mourning and after a month he woke up like... that. " he sighs "anyway, I understand that you need to visit our library? "

With the now more direct and fluid conversation with the High Librarian Wrent, they soon reach an agreement in a weekly pass, with access to the restricted areas with all the rules applicable inside, for 120 gold pieces for each of them who wanted to acces it. 

"Thank you for your assistance," Kyne replies, counting out 720 gold pieces for the six of them. "Are there any special rules that we should particularly be aware of?"

"Do not damage in any way any of the tomes. Taking the tomes out of the library is strictly forbidden. You got study rooms with scroll and ink on the east wing in case you need to take notes. If you need to access the restricted aera notify one of the assistants and they will look for me. I wish you find the enlightement you are looking for." he says before walking away to let them to their bussines. 

Not half an hour later Seb'riel is surrounded by old books and scrolls and parchments in one of the east wing studies. She keep send the others looking for another book or catalog that could point to another tome or scroll case. The library is extense, perhaps even more that they had thought of. The reputation of the city to be one of the greatest places of knowledge in all Adunar is well deserved. 

Almost three hours later Seb'reil looks upon her notes. 

She feels somehow frustrated for the references to true dragonshards, as they had decided to call them, are few and obscure. She start looking for people or places that could had been related to dragonshards.but she finds nothing of importance there. With the help of Dworic's point of view she decides to look not for the dragonshards, but for the possible origin of them. 

Beign dragonshards that are, theorically, more closer to the source of the magic and the bodies of the three ancestral dragons, she send the rest looking for refereences of the ancient dragons and the creation of the world. She, naturally, soon find herself surrounded by criptyc references of the Prophecy. But after two more hours she finally thinks that she had come with a couple of places that seem to be deeply connected with the myth of the ancestral dragons. 

One such is located in the continent of Xen'Drik, and she found a reference that when the giants discovered and occupied it, that was the triggering event that made the dragons to move against their empire and led to its destroying. The place is called The Glittering Falls, and it is said that are located deep in the jungles of Xen'Drik, somewhere along the path of the web of rivers known as the Hydra. LEgend said that they were created by the tears of Syberis when he realized the betrayal of Khyber. 

The other place that she is able ot find, following a complete different path of references is an old history of a wizard that was enroled on a ship that dared to go to Argonnessen shores. In his tale the Bold Lady managed to reach the forgotten continent shores and found a river so big and deep that they were able to sail up it and there, near the Pit of the Five Sorrows, they found a place out of the dreams, or nightmares, of the dragons. In his description, during the moonless night they reached the place the rings of Siberys were descending into the very ground, reaching it and illuminating it like if the ground were the starred night sky. It was then when they were discovred by a gold dragon. There were no exchange. The dragon's wrath were swift and definitive. The wizard were only able to escape thanks to a teleportation spell but his mind was fragmented and nobody believed him after all. 

After making a recess to eat something, they return to search something on the other topic. Yuriel the Forgotten. This one probes to be even more frustrating than the previous one. No search of old names, trying with different iterations of the name, or different languages or similar nicknames comes with any result. They even enter the restricted area to search into a forgotten book of forbiden devils names... but found nothing. 

Moltaris notices something though. She had to explain to the auxiliary librarians what they are looking for, every single time. Not like their first exchange with the warforged, but it seems that they forget about the name or their questions just right after answering them. 

When the sun starts to go down, and Shallan is half asleep over Kyne's shoulder in one corner of the study that had been their headquarters for the day a know voice gets all them by surprise. 

"Well, Did you think that we call him the Forgotten for no particular reason? You are wasting your time here dear..." the satyr, his hoofs over the table, eat a couple of grapes. 

"Well then give us some clearer instructions!" Kyne scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You show up now, after we've been working all day. Why don't you tell us something useful, because it's a long way to Dul Zerath."

The satyr expression is hurtful.

"But I did. I pointed you to, probably, the only beign in all Eberron that could tell you something about him and what is needed to be done in order to stop him. I am beign useful since I made you all met!! Without me you woulnd't even remember his name!! I've come as soon as I could. You think you are the only ones busy here? Hmpf... mortals... always thinking they are the center of the universe... " 

He looks at the grapes on his hand and throw them away

"See? now I've lost my apetite. Hope you are proud of yourself mister useful..." 

"Don't be so hasty. Kyne can't help setting things ablaze, even other people, when he's tired and frustrated." Moltaris reaches out and lays a small hand on the satyr's arm. "Why have you returned?"

    Hurosk did the best he could fetching things for Seb'riel throughout the library. However, after their break, the combination of a heavy lunch and the realization that he's not cut out for research, the half-orc finds a quiet table nearby where he can rest his head on one of the group's many discarded books. 

    With sleepy eyes, Hurosk looks up from his nap. "What's that now...?" He removes the scroll that had stuck to his forehead and looks around for the familiar, yet annoying, voice that woke him. "Oh, it's just you again," he says noticing the satyr. He tries to wipe away a bit of drool that is on the book he was using as his pillow. 

Seb'riel simply continues working, pages filling up fast with notes. "could we at least respect the quiet of the library? I am working here." She continues writing, not even looking up. "And there had better be no fires or my brother will have a lot of work to do to replace these texts."

Kyne pouts and picks up a treatise on dragons.

"To tell you that there's no more time to waste in this library. Soon she will ask to enter the forbbiden archives to search for more references that will be another dead end. And I wanted to be useful " he replies to Moltaris. "There's no such things as records or memories of Yuriel. That was part of his curse, or his gift. Haven't you noticed nothing weird on the aidees each time you asked for it?"

     "Hey. Maybe some of us like to spend time rifling through dusty books," Hurosk replies with a grin. He pushes a pair of nonexistent glasses up on his nose and begins to furiously skim through the book before him. He picks up a nearby quill and pretends to scribble down his own notes. He looks up and flashes a wink to Dagur before continuing his own research.