With the nose of his bridge pressed in between his elderly digits, Shagarath contemplated. A thing that had started to hit him more and more often in these days came to mind once more. In silence and with closed eyes he thought and thought. He then rose from his seated form, heaving himself up on his staff, and paced towards the grand library of Mokh'Ilzgûl. In between the books and scrolls, he took a map displaying the discovered parts of Axios. Swiftly his digit swept over the surface of the p