Muldran sat in the Library, slotting two of the books he'd recently been reviewing following his visit to Haven. He'd tailed one of those traders, but hadn't seen what they were doing with the blackrock - they seemed to fade etherally... If only he had someone like X'hephra who could see between this world and the next!

He paused, scratching his nose. Funny. He hadn't thought of that name for quite sometime. He wondered how the battle-nun was doing in her retirement and if she was enjoying herself. He turned towards the door of the library in time to see a wave of energy rushing towards him.

With almost supernatural speed he performed a gesture in the air, intending to summon his staff to him. it was then he realised he still had the books in his hand! Fumbling the spell-sigil badly, his summoning spell went awry. With a sinking feeling of 'not again' Muldran was more or less surprised when the chunk of blackrock dropped to the ground, plucked from the Reliquary. The energy wave rushed towards him and

bent across the library twisting around the blackrock and then there was another library and another one and another and the books were wrong but right right for that place and then they changed and they didn't and

the energy wave seemed to divert around the rock, washing past the shelves and Muldran. Muldran clutched the books, dumbstruck as the energy couruscated past him. He brightened up imeasureably having had a chance to use the word coruscated in a sentence, even in a rambling internal dialogue. He was still smiling as the energy wave retreated into the distance, continuing through the land. The world. The shard. And beyond.