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Orphic thought about lying, a simple no to leave this man behind. "Yes. There is much on the lower levels. Hundreds of years of history that has laid untouched for almost as many."

The man stared at Orphic, his hands brushing his soot stained robes. His black eyebrows worked up and down on his forehead as he attempted to make sense of all of the inputs flooding his senses. "We must do something. We must save it. The two of us. You and I we will go down and carry these items up."

The man began to walk passed Orphic using his hands attempting to turn Orphic back down towards the staircase. Orphic grabbed the man's hands at the wrist and said "No", when the man looked at him. "We cannot hope to save it." The man maid to protest his lips moving with no sounds coming out. "There's too much." Orphich tried to reason with the man. "Save what is here first. There are documents."

"Documents?"

"Tithes, donation receipts, prayers. These must be saved."

"Prayers?"

"Records or prayers. The scrolls, the divinations."

"The scrolls!" the man shouted. His eyes opened as though he had been smacked in the face. "We must save the scrolls!" The man moved passed Orphic, away from the stairs and towards the first floor archives. "Come with me we must save the scrolls."

"You go." Orphic said, already edging away from the man in the direction that would take him to the exit.

"But..."

"Go!" Orphic shouted snapping the fear back into the man, a technique that had worked many times with the old furoo who could do nothing more then drown them selves in the dregs of drinks. "I must speak with Salus." Authority. "Please hurry."