On the table was a strange board and a small bookshelf.
The board consisted of four parallel black plates. A base plate supported three others stacked on top, staggered like steps. Its material looked much like the chitinous shell of some insect.
"What is this? Don't tell me it's a Magic Scroll?" Colin reached out and picked up the board, a strange sensation washing over him instantly.
He wiggled his fingers; his fingertips were covered in a sticky, slimy liquid.
Dorn said, "That's a Mind Flayer's notebook. Their writing is on it. We'll have to use Magic to decipher it later. Nobody can understand the script of those things."
"Speaking of which, how do you know so much about Mind Flayers? You're usually just like Kase, too lazy to read a single word."
"Maybe because I'm not an idiot," Dorn retorted. "I've mentioned I lived underground for a long time, right? Any subterranean dweller would know about these disgusting, moronic octopus-heads."
