Braille won't help here.

It is odd coming across a mission involving books for one who is practically blind. Though he can still see enough to make out his surroundings vaguely; reading is an impossibility. That being said, finding this mission for himself was slightly difficult. Though not entirely impossible. Asking one of the staff members in the Guild Hall, the Janitor, what the mission was about; Zaltac would review if the request was worth his while- as he plucked the mission off the board without thought:

"Dear mages of youth,

       I am in search of a rather old book that I remember reading when I was a child. I adored it everyday, but over the years my copy was destroyed or lost during my travels. To this day, I have not been able to share this wonderful book to my own children, or my grand-children. It was a book past down from my great-great-great-grandfather about the first Hero to stand up against evil. A Hero by the name of Bastian, who tamed the first dragon and ascended up to the heavens to fight against the Dark God Alphonze. I cannot remember how the tale ended, and I am dismayed at my loss of the copy. I do not think there are any copies left of this old book. I believe there is ONE last copy in the Library in the village, somewhere; but my old bones just can't move the way they used too, and I have to prepare the house for their visit. Please, bring it to me.

                                                                                                 Sincerely, Alice Ilias."

Though this mission was not really fitting for a warrior, the idea of finding a book about the First Hero did interest him. Though he has heard many tales, the first was something he never thought about. Could it be fiction? Reality? The only way he will be able to tell, is by retrieving this book. If nothing else, it will help pass the time and entertain him if he gets a chance to hear the story out. So, setting out from the Guild Hall, Zaltac set out for Peace village; taking passage on one of the leaving magical public transports. Though he despised the reliance on magic, faster travel DID have its uses. Even he could not remain ignorant about that.

The swift travel across the sea was worth having to use Magic. Again, there are SOME methods of magic that even Zaltac has to agree are practical and useful. Such as Traveling. Be it teleportation or to speed up a car or boat; to get to a destination faster cuts out a lot of unneeded time wasting just to get to a primary objective. However, it is the use of magic in everyday life that Zaltac sees as corrupted: using it to cook, using it to build a house, using it just because it is a luxury, using magic as entertainment wasn't too bad as it can create some spectacular events, but using it as the only means of Talent was going above the line. To use magic over physical labor in a job was also deemed corrupted, as it just makes individuals lazy and lack the strength they need. This is why he refused to accept the power of magic outside of obtaining weapons; so that he could show what real hard work was like. Even if his Eye-sight was not the greatest, he would rather use this handicap to further increase his strengths instead of correcting it. For if a blind-man can do what others could not; than it should speak volumes about that man.

Still, the travel did take him about an hour to reach the village. Better than a couple of days. Zaltac would disembark from the vessel, and began making his way to Alice Ilias's house. It took some time as he was lead back and forth by the villagers, he eventually found his client's home. Knocking on the door, he would wait as he heard a welcoming old voice call out to him:
"Come in." In this kind of village, no one would really be up to harm or rob as it would create some discord in this village of peace; so naturally she was not afraid of whomever was at the door. Taking her invitation, Zaltac opened the door gently and made his way inside. Though he could not see the home, he could see the aura of his client casually dusting some of her belongings in the room next to the door. When the old woman was finished dusting, she would look up at Zaltac warmly with a smile, "Hello there young man, would you care for a cup of tea?" She gestured, standing up to prepare to make herself a proper hostess.
"That will not be necessary." Zaltac responded, his voice a bit darker and threatening than what people in this village were used too; very cold and distant from the social realm, "I heard about your request for this book of yours. I have a copy of the paper you sent to guilds everywhere. I am here to take up on the offer." He finished, taking out the flier that was her request from the bulletin out from his upper pocket and showing her. The old woman would squint down at the paper, before nodding her head and turning back towards her kitchen,
"Yes, that is mine. I will discuss with you the details of the book over a cup of tea." She insisted, having Zaltac sigh out of grief as he sat down on a wooden stool; waiting.

When Alice came back with a platter of tea, cream, and sugar, she would hand him a cup and fill it with hot tea before pouring her own.
"Sugar deary?" She offered, picking up the tongs for the cubes of sugar.
"No thank you. Now, about the book." He brought back to topic, having no care for the pleasantries being offered.
"Ah, yes, the book of Bastian: the First Hero. Of course, that is not it's Title. If I do remember correctly, the Title was along the lines of Grimmoir of Mithril. It is very, very old. And no one has bothered to republish it due to its...graphical nature for a children's book. But it is a vital piece of both history and fiction. Today, no one bothers to learn about the First Heroes that have dawned the world; focusing on more modern day heroes who appeal to their nature of both child friendly humor and ridiculous fantasy worlds. But this tale was when Magic was still new, very new. And it takes its audience in a mature manner; something that shall help children understand the dark nature that really lies within this world. Today, so many young ones are becoming scarred because they are blissfully unaware of the darkness of the world until it is too late. That is why I want to read my grand-children this book before I pass on. They are old enough to understand, but young enough to be awed by the story. It shall be a pleasant evening for all of us; I am sure." The old woman rambled on, fixing her own cup of tea with a few cubes of sugar and stirring it before taking a sip. Zaltac however, simply held onto his cup listening as the book did entitle it to be. However, he still needed a bit more knowledge as to what the book may look like, as he was sure the cover of the book was bound to have something unique to it.
"And the book's design?" He asked, still holding onto his cup. Alice went into thought, uttering some  worthless -obvious thinking- sounds such as "Hmmm, Uhhh, Ummm," and etc. It was clear she had a hard time imagining the book as it had been many years for her; so Zaltac held his patience. Though hoped she had not entirely forgotten.

"If I remember correctly," the old Alice began after what seemed like an eternity of waiting. In the mean time, Zaltac managed to finish his drink without her noticing due to thinking so long. At moments, he was sure she had fallen asleep too as she became too quiet. But then a groan of confusion would rise out signifying she was still in thought. The process took about thirty minutes of sitting there and waiting. Zaltac listened closely so that he might be able to go into the library and be able to get assistance in finding the book she is talking about. After a couple more seconds of thinking, Alice finally began to continue her explanation: "The book was bound in a hard brown leather, unique for its time as Leather was a valuable resource. On the Leather, was gold trimmings that formed a circle with a square of the exact same proportions, and a right angle triangle inside of them. The gold markings stretched out across the rest of the book, making it appear as though it were a spell book. The only thing stopping its miss-categorization was the Title of the book written in silver, with the author's name in a shining purple ink. The back of the book mimicked the front, but in reverse." She described, which did indeed sound very odd for a book. But it was written in ages past. It should not be too hard to mistaken in a library filled with many old and new books. Zaltac would nod, and hand the old woman back her tea cup, before standing from the chair.
"I will be back swiftly with your book." He stated, leaving the old woman to her duties.
"Be careful young man, I have been hearing of some children running a muck in the Library." Alice called out, picking up her tea set to continue cleaning the house. Zaltac would once again ask around town for instructions to the village's library, though along the way he kept hearing the same kinds of warnings of children wrecking havoc in the Library's corridors. Discord will find a way to manifest even in the more harmless ways, it appeared. Though he hoped the book he was looking for was not tarnished in their rough-housing. The book was an object of interest to him as well, and he planned on returning to be able to read it himself one day. That is, if he could find a way to read a book that had no braille markings.

The Library was about ten minutes away from Alice's home. Once he arrived at the steps, he removed his blind fold enough to get a lay-out of the stairs. Though blurry, he was able to make out each step just fine with focus, enabling him safe passage into the Library. He would keep his blindfold off as he needed to be able to look around and see inside to hopefully find the book. However, upon entering the building he was greeted with the full conditions of the discord going on inside what should be a peaceful building:

Books and magazines-as well as papers were scattered all over the place- filing cards were being thrown around in wads like snowballs- and children were running around screaming and laughing. Just what kind of hell-hole opened up for this once peaceful building? The Librarians were all confused and discombobulated that they were just in a frenzy trying to tidy up after the kids. It seemed like parents were just off ignorantly without knowledge of what their kids were doing. This would make the entire search for this rare book even harder; especially if the children have accidentally ripped the pages out of its bindings.

Zaltac would begin his search by walking up to one of the panicked Librarians and attempting to get their assistance:
"Book keeper, I require your assistance."
"Oh, no time-no time. The children are making a mess of this place. I am sorry but I cannot help you until things have gotten under control here." She stated in a panic, rushing to pick everything up from the ground below her.
"If I assist in rendering the children incapable of harming anymore of the Library; would you then lend me your assistance?" Zaltac offered, seeing the children as the primary and solitary cause of the chaos in this peaceful book sanctuary. Not like it mattered much, calming all the children down was to be a task for someone anyway.
"If you can get all of these hooligans under control; than yes one of us will help you with whatever you need....if you come back after we have re-organized the library."She offered, knowing that time would have to be taken before they were back up at proper business operations again. But Zaltac did not have the time to wait for a few days:
"Negative. I require the book today." He insisted, though this would mean he would have to find it himself in this chaotic mess. Or have one of the children lead him to where they hid it. But that was the end for the matter, as Zaltac began walking into the library in search of the chaotic children running a-muck. It was now a hunt that he would not back down from. A side-quest, like some sort of game as though a Higher Power was involved that dictated how all events were to be taken place; and that nothing could be simple. There was always a problem to be solved before you can get the reward, and sometimes a problem that is needed to solve another problem which solves yet another problem. Problem-ception. Or, he was just over thinking things and that it was just circumstantial coincidence.

The Library had about three to four floors, all of which were dealing with the same amount of chaos: There was the basement level where the children section would be, the first floor that contained more rental devices, such as workable terminals, magic slates that held recorded movies, and a work station for anyone looking to finish a piece of business. The second floor held the teen section; as well as some moderate level intelligence books to help inform people of what the current findings are. And finally, the fourth floor that held access to the astronomy dome on the top of the library, advanced level books for the wiser members of the village, and many of the library's more treasured artifacts. This was to assure that children did not get too them...until this riot broke out.

Zaltac decided to start with the basement, as it would be the first area needing to be contained before he can escort the rest of the children down in there. Upon walking down the flight of stairs he would find the door to the children's section covered in various paints and some form of putty. The only reason he knew this, despite his eye-sight, was due to his hand pressing against the door to find both of them latching onto his hand. A rather grotesque sight. Regardless he went on and entered the room. Immediately, the sounds of crying children demanding various things filled his ears: Some were demanding for story time, the others were demanding to play with toys, others finger paints, some just wanting to draw quietly, and many more crying just because of the rougher children in the room. The faint quivering and sobbing of what was to be a new librarian could be heard in the far corner. A rather poor mistake to put a new care-taker over the children that were left here; children could be the most hazardous things to a new-recruit's morality. They would have no backbone and no firmness too them, trying to be gentle instead of establishing order. This was most likely the direct cause of the library's predicament.

"All of you, sit down and be quiet." Zaltac stated loudly, and firmly. His harsh, cold, and stern voice snapped the children's attention right too him; where they all stood quietly unsure of was going on. "I said, SIT!" He barked out this time, his voice spiking through the room and causing many of the children to immediately sit down where they stood. He did not have to look around the room to be able to tell how much of a disaster it was: this would clearly take weeks alone just to fix, though most of the books could appear to be unharmed in their pages...so long as they were tended too immediately. Zaltac would make his way through the mess towards the librarian, where he would lift her up onto her feet. "You know you are directly responsible for all of this, right? Take control of the situation instead of letting it spiral out of hand. You were given the job to watch over these children and keep them in line; and now the rest of the library is in chaos because of your lack of a spine. If I were your boss, you would not be seeing this place again." Zaltac scolded, more upset with the lack of order within the room than with the children's behavior. It was clear that the children were just needing some form of order established to keep them in line. Though the librarian was new, this was a thing she needed to have in her working spirit. As most will strictly enforce order within the library. Zaltac would begin to leave the room, turning around to face the children once more which froze from their attempts to get up off the ground, "All of you are in Time Out until your parents return. Sit down and REMAIN Sitting!" He shouted out again, causing the children to flinch and immediately sit back down on the ground looking down. Some with tears in their eyes.

A little scolding and the children were now behaving. If it was going to be THIS easy within the library to re-establish order; than he should be able to finish in no time and be able to find the book-be it in still one piece.

The next section would be the Teen section, the semi-lower half of the first floor. It was above the basement level, but it had a stair case leading down to it in the main room. It was normal basement level over 2 floors down like the children's section, filled with some intellectual books and more mature content that is appropriate for their level, but at the same time too inappropriate for immature children. Needless to say children still got down there due to lack of parental watch, but it was mostly an area for some teenagers to hang out and play cards, or simply chat. It was a nice study corner for those who wanted to get that done for the day in a supposed-to-be-quiet area. But today, it was just a mess with more children running about and causing havoc. Some of the younger teens trying to aggressively take back their objects from the younger kids. What the hell happened to cause all of this is beyond comprehension; even a new care-taker for the younger section is not able to be responsible for all of this. Despite Zaltac already putting the blame on said new librarian.

Stopping this mess was not too hard of a job to accomplish: all Zaltac had to do was to block off the younger children s' routes, and then firmly guide them back downstairs where they belonged, putting them into time-out like the rest of the others. This required several trips, as there were about five children wrecking havoc in the teen section -the rest being the teenagers themselves- so once the younger ones were put in their place and guided down into their appropriate area, everything came to a quick calm. Though agitation still hung in the air as everyone's day was just ruined. Most of the teenagers packing up and leaving to find a better place to hang out or to study in.

The next section to hit was the adult compartment, and in Zaltac's case the last as the librarians were taking inspiration from Zaltac's firm grip on the situation, causing the first floor's activity to come to a near grinding halt as the children were escorted down into their appropriate levels as well. About time for the older librarians to get into action. Regardless, there was one place left that needed tending, the mostly abandoned upper level where the children had plenty of room to not only play hide and seek, but was larger than the other floors on their own. Because of the expensive items up on the floor, as well as many historical artifacts and preserved books, it was not a zone that the children should be happy to run about in. However, this did feel like the spot to find the book he was looking for; but with these children about it was not going to happen easily. Not only finding them, but these were more wild then the others who were just caught up in the chaos. The children up here were the main cause for the chaos. That being said, they were more clever and knew when to run away when approached. If even one of them is left, grabbing the book would be impossible.

Zaltac began his search by carefully inspecting each little nook and cranny along the upper floor. Though he was blind, a child would not be able to mask their aura, thus allowing him to hunt the children down with a bit more relative ease than others. The bigger problem, was making sure he did not run into the shelving. If the children knew he was blind, they would exploit this to their delight; and make the task that much harder. Still, it was a fair give away with him running his hand along the shelves he passed to make sure he was not missing any turns or corners. This however would prevent children from slipping by him directly, so it was not that big of a give away should the children not pay attention to his character. One by one, the children would dash away and around Zaltac; giggling and chuckling as they thought they were clever. However, their cleverness was still limited. Zaltac found one hiding in a large-expensive-vase, where he would pull the child out quick enough to prevent the child's kicking to harm the object. A quick demand to the child easily put him in his place, making the boy curl up in the air before his arm was grabbed and set onto the ground. Zaltac would guide the child down to the librarians where the child would be exchanged and taken down into the basement level to be put into time-out as well. Though there were still more children up on the upper floor, and losing a comrade would not dishearten them but only quicken their decision making skills. If not making them that much more hazardous for Zaltac's return.

When Zaltac returned to the upper floor, he would begin encircling around the shelves once more to find the children. Though he could see their auras, he had to get a firm map of the area down. This would be so that he could move even quicker to catch them. Though he can barely see, when everything looks like a blur; depth perception is not easily followed through. So, he took his time to outline the shelves one by one in search of the children. However, they were not going down without a fight. After losing a comrade, they were desperate to gain back their ground; even if it meant harming the library. Two of the children would gather together, and wait for Zaltac to approach into the next Aisle. When he was going down, the two would push together to tip the shelf down onto Zaltac. Caught by the sudden creaking of the wood, Zaltac would have just enough time to react to grab the collapsing shelf; and brace his ground as to not be crushed under the large wooden structure. The children would immediately run and hide, while Zaltac straightened out the shelf back into its proper place.
"These runts are going to kill someone on pure accident if they are not careful...Thank fully they have not been doing this to themselves or else they would ruin the book if it is up here." He stated in aggravation, feeling that the shelf had been emptied of all of its books onto the floor around him. He would have to leave it to the librarians to settle this mess out first. Taking note of where the two went that tried to harm him, Zaltac made his way quickly into the cross way section; where he began to circle around the two to catch them off guard. They were hiding behind a desk until the coast was clear; but to their dismay it would not be. In a fell swoop, Zaltac jumped over the sitting area and desk, where he would catch the two as they tried to run.

"You both are in more trouble than you ever could dream of." He stated harshly, lifting the two up aggressively off of the ground as he carried them downstairs. Though he knew the children were in some discomfort, they were not entirely harmed in this process. Though they bit, kicked, and tried to pry Zaltac's grip off of them, he simply held on tighter to their wrists until he set them on the ground in front of a librarian, who then replaced his own gripping with hers onto their arms.
"Were I able to punish you both, your rears would not be the only thing soar. A good few dozen lumps on the head would accompany them." He threatened, before going back up into the upper floor once more. To sum, this would sound cold and rather harsh. However, this is what Zaltac grew up with: He grew up in a harsh environment where misbehaving was not tolerated, and strictly punished. To him; these beatings were lessons on behavior. To punish a child is not beating but disciplining them. Though it seems like everywhere else has forgotten this.

Zaltac's return trip to the upper floor gave him too indications of what was left; two children scattered across from one end to the other. Seeing this, Zaltac walked along the library to the one on the left first. From the rather florescent color of their aura, he assumed it was a young girl. This is because females tend to have a brighter color in their childhood than boys, who had a more aggressive and energetic color. Though he has been mislead before on both occasions. The child didn't attempt to run as Zaltac closed in and got her cornered among a few shelves, but she herself had an entirely different plan than to simply run away.
"HELP, THIS MAN IS TRYING TO TOUCH ME!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Smart play on her part, considering it brought the librarians immediately into rushing on their location. Zaltac was a bit stunned at how creative she was at using not only her age and gender, but her child-like innocence into being a useful tool. Clever girl.
"What is going on here?" The librarians demanded, glaring at Zaltac.
"Allow me to deliver some clarity, this child is one of the few who started all of this chaos. She is obviously smart enough to out-fox you wind bags, so she attempted to put me in a bad situation. However, I have no interest in any gender. Relationships and perversion only corrupt my ideals. Not only that, I am mostly blind. Seeing or touching has no joy or passion in my heart. But I will refrain from doing anything else; and leave this runt to you all." Zaltac replied, though the Librarians were questionable about this situation, when he stepped aside for them they quickly helped the girl up and gently escorted her downstairs.
"For your sake, you better not have done anything to that young girl." The librarian warned, glaring at the man.
"Believe me, the thought alone of being with anyone in such contact disgusts me. There is one child left in the right hand corner if you wish to try and capture him yourself. I am here simply for a book." Zaltac replied, his face still as cold as stone as he had entered the building.
"I will help you get the scoundrel. It will be easier if we corner him." The elder woman spoke, moving off in a huff to try and trap the last child. Zaltac would follow, and split up going down a different path to cut off escape routes. Cornered, the child simply huddled up keeping an eye out on both ways towards him. However, he saw the librarian first and tried to dart off; having the speed advantage. Yet this little tactic of his led him right into Zaltac, who grabbed him just from around the corner rows down. With the last child caught, he guided the child to the Librarian so that no misunderstandings could occur, as the three walked down into the main hall.

"Now, with the children caught it should not be a problem for me to request for assistance in locating a certain-old-book. Correct?" Zaltac stated as the librarian reached the main floor roughly carrying the child towards the next flight of stairs.
"I am sorry sir, you will have to come back when we got everything organized. I am sure whatever book you are looking for will be found then if we have it. Right now, we need to bring this building back to proper standards." The librarian scoffed as she continued to make headway down into the lower section. However, not all of the librarians saw it in that same way as this one did. Zaltac did not have the time to wait, and it was clearly visible on his face that he was very annoyed. So one of the younger librarians behind the desk poked her head out, setting down a pile of papers in her hands down as she hesitantly stood up and folded her hands onto the counter-top.
"I can help you sir. What book are you looking for?" Glad for the assistance, Zaltac turned towards the Librarian, though his cold and unfeeling voice did not change during this entire adventure.
"The book, from what my client has ordered, is a story about the first hero: Bastian." The librarian went into thought, unsure of how to respond as she riddled her brain where and if they had this book.
"I-I am sorry. At this moment, I do not think we carry that book here." She stated, depressed at her ability to recall ever seeing the book in their own library. Though younger she still had more experience than the first timer downstairs. It was visible that she had done her best to remember many of the books in each section; though without the ability to properly look up the book's number it was a goose chase within the chaos. And then there was the possible damage from the children done to the book. Zaltac simply sighed, and began heading up towards the top floor again as that was the book's most logical location. However, luck would just turn out in his favor.

"Bastian? It has been many years since that book has been requested." A ancient-looking librarian stated, as she came out from the office. Folds upon folds of wrinkles and hunched over so badly that even with a cane she still stood only at four feet in height. This was rather, odd that such an old woman was still even getting around, especially living. But she did know of the book he was talking about.
"Do you know where it is?"
"I know exactly where it is you young egg." She responded, hobbling her way towards the counter where more papers were being flung about. In the current chaos, who was going to notice or care? She even had the time to pick up a spider and place it on top of the counter. Oddly without getting bitten, which only freaked the younger librarian watching out that such a thing was even found. After a minute of searching she pulled out the old book and set it gently on top of the counter, causing the spider to flee. The book was large; but not overwhelming. The old woman would then flip the cover and pull out the tab for the book's record. "Here we are, my young turnip." She stated, smacking her lips together to reveal her toothless gums for a moment as though she was tasting something. She pulled over the stamp, and aggressively slammed it onto the book's record tab before slipping it back inside with the due date now imprinted on it. She would then close the book and pushed it towards Zaltac so that he could take it with him. She had no qualms about settling the matter as he did the Library a service. And since he was not getting paid by them, a reward was at least needed. He didn't have to help them.

In the distance, Zaltac could hear a fain cry coming from downstairs of the Librarian shouting "Stop!" while the sounds of foot steps were being made. Zaltac took the book, and began to make his way out as to not be a part of any more trouble. However, as he neared the door, the child he had just captured came bursting out from the stairway and lunged for the book; ripping it out of Zaltac's hand quickly before scrambling to his feet and trying to dart off once again. Emphasis on try, as Zaltac sprung into action like he would to any other thief: He lunged onto them, and used his palm to aggressively slam them and pin them onto the ground while he kept leverage with his legs. Though this would not harm the child -greatly- it was bound to be uncomfortable as Zaltac took the book back from said child; before letting him get up.
"You have caused enough trouble for today, boy. Do not anger me personally." Zaltac stated, looking down at the child who tried to capture the book once more.
"It's mine! I want to read it!" The boy proclaimed, as Zaltac simply held the child back with the book out of his reach.
"If you want it, you can rent it out after it has been brought back...Or, you could request to read it at the current renter's home. I doubt he would mind letting you read it from time to time with your parent's approval. But you cannot go about trying to steal it." The younger librarian stated, as she calmly moved the child away from Zaltac, who was two seconds from punting the child across the floor out of anger.
"The current woman who will be holding onto this book goes by the name of Alice. You can request that to her, not me." Zaltac retorted, as he turned his way once more to leave the library. Though the child still put up a fuss, he did not attempt to try and take the book again. Rather, he followed Zaltac to the door where he would watch the man leave with the book he wanted.

Zaltac made his way back to Alice's house, where he would knock on the door with book in hand.
"Come in." Alice stated, still clearly devoid of any form of caution as when they met. Zaltac walked inside, to find Alice still cleaning up her living area; using a small damp rag to pick up dust that had accumilated over time.
"I have the book you requested." Zaltac stated, causing Alice to turn and face him. She would examine the cover of the book, its gold trimming and hard brown exterior.
"That is it all right. Thank you young man, I am sure my grand children will be happy to hear this tale."
"I am interested myself. I have not heard of this story before, and it seems like it would be a good read one day. However, my eyes prevent me from being able to read it all at. And I doubt it is in braille." Zaltac remarked, which made him feel a little disappointed, but not by much to affect his appearance.
"Would you like me to read it to you, sonny?" Alice offered, flipping the book open to where it would begin. However, due to the size it would certainly take a while for her to finish. And he did not want to stay in this house much longer.
"I am afraid I have business elsewhere. If I had the time, I would take you up on this offer. Perhaps the future will bear me the ability to hear about the courageous Bastian." Zaltac replied, waving his hand as a sign of dismissal.
"Oh, well that is all right. Here, let me get you your reward. And I do hope you will find the ability to read this book. All of our mages today should learn heavily from it; but no one cares anymore. If it does not contain magic, it is not worth their time. Today's youth is so confused." Alice rambled on, reaching over to her dresser drawer where she would pull out a small bag of jewels for Zaltac; placing and cupping it into his hand. "Thank you again deary, I hope you come by to visit sometime." She would let go of Zaltac's hand; allowing him to turn around and leave the home- stashing the pouch of jewels into his person out of sight from thieves or the like.


Mission complete.